Strike my name from the book of life Inscribed forever in the book of death Destroyer, life-taker, the end and the omega Death walks behind you, waiting to find you to dismember... The bloody work of death is not too great a task All this and more, I now hold in my grasp Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last... Ends such as yours are the trade that I ply Stricken by death as your life flashes by From an autopsy, to a cemetery, then to the grave, your final destiny Carnage and sin are my blood, kith and kin, and to your end, they will be... As all begins, so all must end, now your end I shall begin From dust to dust, return again, life ends in sin The circle turns back on itself, life ends in death and pain and hell And dead men have no tales to tell, nor souls to sell... Death walks at my right hand, and there's a knife-blade in my left Turning living into dying, soon to be friends and mourners crying Dispossessing the flesh, leaving death But no clues for the finding... The bloody work of death is not too great a task All this and more, I now hold in my grasp Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last...