When The Soulreapers Cry - Manticora

All the sounds have faded, everyone holds their breath\nSuddenly aware of the heavy smell of death\nCountless bodies shattered, like confetti on the floor\nA single voice in the corner whispers «no more»\nEntering the stage, floating like on shiny mist\nCloaked in pitch-black, with a binding silver chime in his fist\nDead eyes staring, at the dying panickering crowd\nAs he rings the chime monotonous, ears bleeding loud\nOut of the sky\nRiding on high\nOn wings of fire they’re burning the night\nSharp as a knife\nDestroyers of life\nReaping your souls to put out your lights\nSOULREAPERS!\nOf ancient time, from forgotten stars\nOf unknown life, never healing scars\nOut of the sky\nRiding on high\nOn wings of fire they’re burning the night\nSharp as a knife\nDestroyers of life\nReaping your souls to put out your lights\nSOULREAPERS!\nWith a piercing infernal blast, the sealing cracks to the free\nA black hole on the black sky, the air filled with intensity\nWaves of loaded energy, hits the frozen mass\nFollowed by the roaring sound, of ignited gas\nBursting out of the black, an ancient creature of old\nEngulfed in living flames, but still the air is cold\nBodies rising from the ground, bleeding when stripped of their souls\nA last victorious scream, as it fades into the black hole\nAll love’s lost and all hope dies. All turns black, when the soulreapers cry