Waiting quietly for the dawn Watching over the hills The fire glows it keeps you warm On the edge of the night Looking out upon the mob Theyve got death in their eyes Is it fate that claims your life, Or some other mans lies? On the Edge of Death See your life before your eyes On the Edge of Death The Reaper has come Now its your turn to die The noose is placed around your neck The blood runs cold in your veins Mr. Death waits in the wind To take you out of this place The preacher speaks the final words That you are to hear Dreams of life after death To cast out the fear Fight for your soul The Reaper is here This is the end Screaming, its time to go On the Edge of Death
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