Scythe in the Cradle

Ash in the air

Candles cough black smoke

Cracked church window

Moon cuts through the cloak

Rust on the blade

But the edge still gleams

You were born in shadow

Screaming through the seams (yeah)

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Cold hands reaching

Pulling me deeper

Crib made of bones

Lullaby of fever

Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Name carved quiet in the soul-seether

Blood in the sky

Ticking down

Tick cheaper

Hail to the birth of a new reaper

Tiny pale fist

Clutching threadbare fate

Ink-black iris

Stares right through the gate

Choir turned stone

Every prayer falls flat

You just laugh

Soft

In your funeral wrap (ha)

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Cold hands reaching

Pulling me deeper

Crib made of bones

Lullaby of fever

Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Name carved quiet in the soul-seether

Blood in the sky

Ticking down

Tick cheaper

Hail to the birth of a new reaper

First breath tastes like cinder

First step breaks the year

Every clock grows splinters

Every saint grows fear (fear)

You don’t crawl

You hover

Over roots and stone

Tiny

Vicious brother

Of the great unknown (hey!)

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Cold hands reaching

Pulling me deeper

Crib made of bones

Lullaby of fever

Crown made of thorns for the soulkeeper

Bow to the birth of a new reaper

Name carved quiet in the soul-seether

Blood in the sky

Ticking down

Tick cheaper

Hail to the birth of a new reaper