Grim Harvest

Watch your step now.

Time is running thin.

Reaper at the doorstep,

knocking in the dark

Leave a cold trail,

leave a burning mark (tick tock)

Running out of hours,

running out of breath

We just dance with the shadow of death

They want to talk but they don't know the fee

I keep my eyes on what they cannot see (look) Every second

ticking on the ancient clock When the cold wind blows,

hear the padlock lock (shhh) No warnings left,

no time to plead Just the harvest of the hidden seed.

Footsteps on the gravel,

chilling to the bone

Heavy is the crown when you sit alone (yeah)

I don't look back,

I just clear the slate

No negotiation with the hand of fate (none)

So we move in silence,

keeping out of sight

Ready for the reap in the dead of night.

Reaper at the doorstep,

knocking in the dark

Leave a cold trail,

leave a burning mark (tick tock)

Running out of hours,

running out of breath

We just dance with the shadow of death

(shhh) Time is up.