You sense my presence, my grim arrival
You've already plotted your course
I'll take your sweet-less smiling suffering
Baby I'm devoid of remorse
But now your page is turning to black when
The crow cries against his will
You've gone and done that f*cked up little something
And you've damned yourself until
Becoming the Reaper
Becoming the Scythe
Becoming the Reaper
You're free will is mine
Forever darkness shall be your blanket
It's really not all too bad
But you'll never know a touch again
Until a soul makes the mistakes you've had
Go forth good little soldier
Keep the ebb and flow in line
The Underworld is depending on you
And I think you'll do just fine
You are the Reaper
You are divine
You are the Reaper
You're free will is mine
Reap what has come
Reap what will be
Reap what they've wrought
Now reap for me
Reap what has come
Reap what will be
Reap what they've wrought
Now reap for me
Reap what has come
Reap what will be
Reap what they've wrought
Now reap for me
You are the Reaper
You are divine
You are the Reaper
You're free will is mine