I wish to learn the secrets, so eternal
of spiritual transformation
To know the ways of the Ferryman
To usher souls through and beyond
I long to master the art
of cosmic transference
To carry the departed
to their resting place
And to be their guardian
It is not an act of hate,
Sick lust or twisted love
it is not the fault of rage
Nor is it for fun.
I do it in the name of
inhuman artistry
My life i've dedicated
To the Reaper's harvesting.
This world is such an ugly place
I'm your savior in a way
I cut you loose and set you free
I grant your spirit liberty...
Evil exists in all colors and codes
there's every kind of shape and size
A world ablaze, drowning in torture and rape
We could use a few more minds
like mine.
I am not a killer.
I am an apprentice of death.
I will guide your spirit home
on the wings of your last breath.