Wraith

The scythe of death
And the hounds of hell were sent
To claim my life
At the gates of hades
No one dares to call my name
Living wraith without a soul
So death can’t find me here
From this fate release me
End my days and set me free
The sole survivor of
Encounter with the grim reaper
I am immortal
At the gates of heaven
No one dares to call my name
For them a wretched demon
Amongst divine angels
Eternal rest awaits for the wicked one
And the hordes of hell
Are yet to confront
They worst enemy