Seventh Seal - The Soul¸s Reaper Lyrics

The Soul´s Reaper

My poor hurted souls
You are mine... Pay the price
My whores
Selling yourselves for nothing
It´s harrest time...
I am the reaper

The future in the air
It´s the end of the times
But some won't reach the sky
Distant were
The ways of pain
But they were declared
Day by day...

Die whores
Say goodbye to angels
Start meeting the dangers
Heartless souls

Die, die whores
(Die whores)
Pay with your souls
(Die whores)
It's time to go
Men of stone

" I search for the begging hands,
Creating arrears Whom by death
I shall charge"