You look at the ground,And to your surprise,A shiny silver object,Hit light on your eyes.As sharp as it is,You pick it right up,
It glimmers, it gleams,Then starts to erupt.An image you see,Appears in The Blade,A dark, shadowy figure,And then starts to fade.You tur
n and look behind,And there the man stands,Why, Yes, it's the Reaper,And your death the man plans.You fall to the ground,You quiver and quake,
It's the forsaken curse,Of the Reaper's Blade.-Sceo[NITRO]