Epiphany - Lord Of The Lost

I make you undone, I am the reaper

Don’t try to run, you’re just a creeper when I come

My heart bleeds for you, but I’m not gracious

I envy you, I want to be mortal just like you

And don’t be afraid, it’s over by now

You’re starting to fade, beginning to drown

And life is too short, you’re praying for grace

You’re begging for love, for mildness

The day you die, I will kiss you

I hear you sigh, the curse of me will be the curse of you

I erase you

Pain — afraid, lifelong, decay, when I come