Nightmare coming true

Tall man comes for you

Chill runs down your spine

You know it's time to die

Sphere drills in your head

Now you're lying dead

Last one at the wake

Tall man robs your grave

From the hearse into the morgue

Blood is drained out of your corpse

Body crushed into a dwarf

Morbid creature in a hooded robe

Mortician lord of slaves

No chance for escape

Sent off through the gates

You won't be seen again