

There’s a cold wind blowing down an empty street,
Hear the midnight bell and the shuffle of feet.
No moon in the sky,
no stars tonight, Just a shadow moving underneath the streetlight.
They say he wears black,
with a face of bone,
Walking through the darkness,
forever alone. He carries no anger,
he carries no blame,
But when your hour comes,
he whispers your name.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, hear the old clock run,
You can hide from the darkness,
But you can’t hide from the sun.
When the Reaper comes calling,
And the midnight bells ring,
Will you fear the darkness,
Or remember everything?
Every laugh, every heartbreak,
Every dream beneath the sun,
Live your life while you have it,
Before your time is done.
A young man once laughed at the stories they told,
Said, “Death can come find me when I’m tired and old.” Then
a knock hit his door at a quarter to twelve,
And the laughter disappeared when he answered himself.
There stood the Reaper with his scythe by his side,
The young man stepped backward with nowhere to hide.
“Give me
one more chance, I’ve got so much to do.”
The Reaper stood silent,
then whispered, “Do you?” When the Reaper comes calling,
And the midnight bells ring,
Will you fear the darkness,
Or remember everything? Every laugh,
every heartbreak, Every dream beneath the sun,
Live your life while you have it,
Before your time is done.
So tell your family that you love them,
Forgive what you can forgive.
Stop waiting for tomorrow
To finally start to live.
Because riches cannot bargain,
And kings cannot command,
When the final grain of time Falls through the hourglass sand.
When the Reaper comes calling,
You won't know the day or hour,
So don't surrender precious years To bitterness and power.
Leave some kindness in your footsteps,
Leave some love when you are gone,
For the Reaper takes the traveler,
But the memories carry on.
Tick-tock... the old
clock runs, Another moon replaces the sun.
Don't fear the Reaper when your journey is through...
Fear the life you never chose to live while you still could.