"You have been chosen To be the harbinger of souls, An important task To guide the passed To the land of the dead."
The crypt opens Calling me to return To the world outside Everything has changed Inside the crypt's parish
I can see the aura of those alive inside As well as the waiting essence Of the ones who died With a scythe and carriage To begin my journey I catch my reflection In my blade It's true I am the henchman of death
