The dead lies on the
ground all around
I laugh away my tears
My knife soaked in the
blood of the dead
sending the souls to the
next world
I am like the Reaper
I see the undeserving
to live and I get ride of them
for thay do not deserve
the gift of life
now is the time to
send on my own soul
for I have done wrong
to the wican read
and now the God and Goddes
will look down on me