A black abyss where my heart should lie.
A merciless stare in my soulless eyes.
I reap the souls of those who die
and cast them to hell for them to fry.
I don't forgive or say goodbye.
I do not sadden if they cry.
I never stop to question why because
my master's word I never deny.
With my coming foretold by the blackened sky.
Beware to all that dare defy.
Could It really be that Cut and Dry?
But then again who am I?