Murderous Rhythm - The Greenery

Time marches on and so does he

Cloak in the wind

Life and death, his masterpiece

Sand in the hourglass, his chilling touch you fear

Waging relentless attacks on those which you hold dear

Am I immortal, or just a name on his list?

Does he have a conscious?

Do such things exist?

Will his hands bring darkness or salvation?

A cruel fates last grasp for redemption

He leaves no footprint in the ice or the snow

In the mud, in the dirt, or the depths down below

He doesn’t care if you’re sorry — for his evil tempo

Shall show you no mercy when it’s your time to go

The seismic terror, and the beating of drums

To the murderous rhythm

Murderous rhythm

Rattles your spine / Til the end of time

Murderous rhythm

Consuming your soul / Taking its death toll