For I Am Death (Atty's Awards)

Come, child

Do not fear of what's ahead

This day is your last,

For tonight you'll be dead

You can not hide 

There's nothing I can't do

There is no place I can't go

Death will always find you

Don't even try to run 

No-one you love is concern

But, child, do not fret

Because soon, it will be their turn

There there,

Do not be shy

Take my hand

For tonight, you die

Now child,

Take your last breath

Because I am the Reaper,

The Angel of death