I'm asleep in my bed
Then I feel a chill
So I head to the window sill
Its shut it tight
Must be my imagination
So I crawl back to bed
It happens again and I head window
I turn around and I  see a figure clothed in black
It's the grim reaper and he's comes for my soul
I don't even move
I'm not paralyzed with fear
As I whisper so quietly I'm so glad your here