For him a single night is like on hundred years
He is the reaper, the one who everyone fears
He must carry out his masters will at night
He is the reaper, the harbinger of fright
He is the servant of a strict master named death
No ordinary driver holds the reigns
Those still alive feel his presence near
Always greeted with sorry and despair
At the stroke of midnight your time has come to die
You will become death's driver
Ye spirit that left the body at midnight stroke
Thou will relieve me of my office, you will wear the cloak
Let my soul come to maturity before it is reaped
Please spare me this affliction, lord I beg of thee
