Dawn of the Reaper

By the toll of the churchbell
The chosen ones are gathering
The time is slowly winding back
Tearing through the gates I hear him

It's the dawn of the reaper
Marching death with no face to hide
It's the dawn of the reaper
Prepare for eternal night

Dressed in hoods
They walk in line
No escape from the one who fades the light

Dressed in hoods
They walk in line
No escape from the one who fades the light

A low rumble shaking ground
Holy leaders quivering
The tide is slowly rising
Death
Hell's rising
Mindless worship feeds the core
Dark pasts of hate and ruin
Gone
Summoned in the night

It's the dawn of the reaper
Marching death with no face to hide
It's the dawn of the reaper
Prepare for eternal night