Hooded Priest Pt.I & Pt. II

So you thought you’d be safe tonight
He points his finger at you and swings his scythe
Though he welcomed you as if you were his friend
Your life-wire is rolled out until the end

He is he old skeleton man, the infamous Grim Reaper
Some might call him Tall jack, we all end up in his trap
… his deadly trap
… now meet Reverend Death
… take your last breath

When you least expect him, he appears
The great old hooded one called Hooded Priest
And when he comes, you know your end his near
The great old hooded one called hooded priest

He is more than bones enrobed in a cloak
Your heart beats in your throat, you almost choke
Where does he come from, where will you be sent
Only know for sure your time on earth is spent

There is no second life
Never ever believe the lies
There are no pearly gates
Though brimstone and fire might await

When you’re dead dead dead and gone
And the coffin’s closed, all is said and done
So you better live your life
Before you meet the man with his scythe

Meet Reverend Death, take your last breath

The Hooded Priest is near
Now you tart to shiver, you start to fear
The Hooded Priest appears
You’d wish he would vanish
Or at least that he’d disappear

But it’s you who disappears!