Murderous Rhythm

Time marches on and so does he
Cloak in the wind
Life and death, his masterpiece
Sand in the hourglass, his chilling touch you fear
Waging relentless attacks on those which you hold dear
Am I immortal, or just a name on his list?
Does he have a conscious? Do such things exist?
Will his hands bring darkness or salvation?
A cruel fates last grasp for redemption
He leaves no footprint in the ice or the snow
In the mud, in the dirt, or the depths down below
He doesn’t care if you’re sorry — for his evil tempo
Shall show you no mercy when it’s your time to go
The seismic terror, and the beating of drums
To the murderous rhythm
Murderous rhythm
Rattles your spine / Til the end of time
Murderous rhythm
Consuming your soul / Taking its death toll