Reaper

Simple style, simple wording. You don't piss off Death.

I despise your intolerant ignorance
And it is I who will cause your fall
Watch the shifting lights as they
cast your bleeding shadow on the wall.

Cross my path with sharpened tongue
And hear a generation’s farewell.
Watch the vivid lights fade black
Hear the toll of a somber bell.

Don the black cloth of the fallen
With the damned take your rest.
As always, ignore the absence of a soul
Forget the rotting heart within your chest.

Never to escape this frightening hell
You're lost within a dream
Lost with I who rules the night
And of the dead rules supreme.