SkeltianHunter

Grim Reaper, tell me: Who's leaving today? Did I hear you crying As down they did lay? Such glorious morning, Such gloomy a chap, Collecting the men's blood And draining trees' sap, Grim Reaper, tell me: Why do you mourn? Why are you weary And why are you worn? Come here, I'll give you A pat on the back, I'll try to make up for The smiles that you lack, Grim Reaper, tell me: How do you cope With guns at the ready, The knife and the rope? As men drain their cups Poisined up to the brim, I will make your day Just a little less grim.