In my head there is a gate
Which of only I know
Its the gate to death
Where blood red rivers flow.
Theres a person there
taught to guard the gate
He holds a book of names
And his eyes speak of hate.
When you reach this gate
He will open the book
He will glance at you
And for your name He'll look.
Before He finds your name
You still have a chance
To take life into your arms
And dance one final dance
He guards this gate
For all of the past
All of the present and future
Forever he will last.
The person is called
The Keeper Of Death
and when you reach him
He'll take your last breath.
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