Mr. Cinder's the name

He'll come to collect

Souls in abundance

Drained in excess

He hides in the shadows of the valley of boreal

Writhing in muck

You'll find him realigning the spines upon his throne

Perched within his ghastly abode

Torches bathed in oils line the halls

The ravens echo in the cold

Sounds of murder murmur from the murder

Curdled blood couldn't curdle any further

He's already ringing the bell before

You're even at death's door

Scythe in hand (rip and tear at the flesh)

Veil of darkness (you'll never see him coming)

(Lose all hope when you know he's near)

Touch of death, you can smell the fear

Can't escape (can't escape the sad truth of it all)

You can't escape (no ones faster than time itself)

Can't escape, the sad truth of it all

Can't escape, tied to a mortal's fate I fall

Victim to, a cruel mistress of time

Broken hourglasses can't save you now

Lord of Cinder's the name

He'll come to collect

Souls in abundance

Drained in excess

I know that I brought this on myself

Devourer of gods, I guess I'll see you in Hell

Can't sleep each night I wallow in my own pity

My fate intertwined with choices I hate myself for but

I choose to blame my circumstance but I brought this on me (on me)