Grim Reapers Rapture

Deathsound sounds life distant thunder 
from inside the tomb 
disharmonic are the dying 
voices in the moon 

At the time of harvest 
he will tear the life apart 
bloodsoaked is the rusty scythe 
the reaper builds his art 

Red wrath 
is unfold 
dead soul 
numb with cold 
and a call from hell 
haunts my mind with spell 
now is speaks through me 
for his rapture let us bleed 

Kill your father, Kill your brother 
Kill your neighbour, Kill each other 
Kill the whole humanity, Kill yourself 
but first kill me