Say your Prayer

The devil is in the closet

You can’t sleep tonight

The hunger of the reaper

Shall feed you with some light

Can you see it coming, right up at your face?

Can you feel it whispering slowly your sick name?

It’s the last of the lot, a minute far at most

Before the body is forsaken and you have a new host

Don’t be afraid of the things that will come

Don’t shed a tear, don’t even look glum

What is bound to happen;

Will happen to everyone

Can you see it coming, right up at your face?

Can you feel it whispering, slowly your sick name?

It’s the last of the lot, a second far at most

Before the body is forsaken and you have a new host

Now is the time to say your prayer

Now is the time to see no fear

Now is the time to let it all go

Now is the time to surrender the bow.