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Blotted out of the book

of life,

now you belong to the reaper of death 

He comes for your soul when you least expect,

now it's time to pay the check

You had your fun

for the price of your soul 

You wore out your wicked welcome 

doing his bidding 

Now you pay the price 

Now thy death day come

and the tombstone is raised

over your freshly dug grave

For the wages of sin is death 

and death you chose

You had your fun,

now go to hell