Scythe Of Night
Renan Brito
At the sunset someone works
Moved by darkness, someone without heart
Moving through unknown paths
But we know it is going to kill
When the skies turn dark
Come the breeze of death
The cold breeze that controls the murder
New victims, new deaths
Creatures of darkness appear in my eyes
Trying to block my way
The aberration comes from so far
Holding the scythe of night
Running and killing
Gliding on the winds
With the scythe of night
Collecting another lives
Oh, scythe of night, you kill just to kill
Oh, scythe of night, it's your only fun