There he walks freely into the day,
His presence enough to make one's life gray.
No one is excused from his cruel wrath,
Tainted are those who walk amongst him in his path.

He who finds himself in his clutches,
Endangers all the others whom he touches.
A breath of fresh air he would lack,
A life he once enjoyed impossible to take back.

His unknowing victims stood at a line,
Before falling into a pit, thinking they're fine.
They lie between a man in white,
And the old man Azrael who walks the night.