| I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death | |
| I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swords to shred the just | |
| I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as the thorns, burning and sharp | |
| I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch that ends your life | |
| I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence their breaths | |
| I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my cold arms | |
| Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe | |
| "Both fool and the wise, | |
| one thing is certain - that life flies | |
| one thing is certain and the rest flies | |
| the flower that once has blown forever dies" | |
| I stand above you whispering low | |
| you know not what into your ear | |
| of my strange language you all know | |
| as there is not a word of fear | |
| Azrael |