The Scythe Lyrics - Elvenking

(talking) 

On this night of nights, she's coming my way 

Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain 

Mistress of doom, winner of all fights 

My glance is reflected in the blade of the scythe 

(The song starts) 

A sparkling golden sickle 

Mows down souls whistling in the air 

Reddens little by little 

The seas of life and mankinds lairs 

A fall into the abyss 

Deep into agony and pain 

Spiral down to the anguish 

It has been all in vain 

Welcome, please join the fair of failures 

Enter into the hall of pleasures 

Righteous the act to kill 

Wasn't it one of Gods wills? 

Leave behind all the trails of winter 

The time has come for me to go 

The fear has gone, the storm is over 

And there's someone at your door 

Another name to be carved 

For every slash of my blade 

Until the day you find 

The one reflected is your face 

Come, taste blood, rust and terror 

Come to the show with no restraint 

"It's your time!" 

Mother of desperation 

Death of thunder and rain 

Sighs and tears are all in vain 

Clad in a cloak of despair 

Shell take you away 

Leave behind all the trails of winter 

The time has come for me to go 

The fear has gone, the storm is over 

And there's someone at your door 

Hold your ground and watch your back 

With the aim of remaining the last 

I asked this night for a oiece of advice 

This time the scythe won't fall, keep still!