• Shinigami:

    The wind is sharpening,all life is painstaking.
    It shall come forth for every dying soul.
    Spreading it's black wings, just before the after life.
    Blood is flying in the wind soaring by the trees

    Ancient gatherer walks among the living.
    Filling every human breath of cold emptiness.

    God of death, symbol of the end of the life we made.
    Holds no flesh but the scyth of the dead.

    A spector merges now, dojos are collapsing down.
    Shogun's fight the oni till their final stand.
    Ninja's kill with stars, assasinate all they stalk.
    Stealthy as the reaper that killed within his hand.

    Death is closley creeping, you are permanetly sleeping.
    From the land of the living to realm of the dead.

    God of death, symbol of the end of the life we live.
    Holds no flesh but the scyth of the dead.

    Wind is sharpening, blood is soaring.
    Among the living, life is painstaking