Luyện nghe bài hát Fear the Reaper (Gold and Dying World, Pt.

(Lyrics by V. Frerich)
(Music by Marko and F. Krynojewski)

reaches out to grab our vicious souls
We sink down in that eternal hole
In death, is finally equal
No more bargains and cheap
Do you see the on our masters' hands?
Too late to wash it off, hear the cries of the

I told you, time to fear the reaper
Apocalypse is here to crush the
Hold your breath and the reaper
No gods or servants, and no more leaders

Decaying bodies fill the capitols, where runs red
The holy men, they try to refuge
shatter every place that once looked safe
Nowhere to hide for the of double tongues
Destruction, collapse, epidemics, and
This is worse than any old

Run, you fool, in the hope for
What get is certain death
You pathetic, miserable, weak
to drown in anguish and wrath
Ashes to ashes, and to dirt
the rise of the archangels