As the sun rises it looks like a beautiful day
An aura of peace makes everything okay
The sky is clear and it seems all is well...
Suddenly unleashed are the fires of hell
Children wail as darkness consumes the light
Out from the valley of death springs a dark knight
A path of destruction he plows before him
While once they were happy they are now grim
This dead man has returned to right many wrongs
He must transfer the pain to where it belongs
Inside his tomb he heard the numerous cries
His pulse grew strong and he began to rise
With a sickle in hand their debts are repaid
And he licks the blood off his stained blade
When all of the sins have been vindicated
Back to the grave he goes, feeling elated