Garden Where The Reaper Rests

[Verse 1]
Boots in the dew-wet grass
Scythe rust-red
Dragged in the clover
Black cloak on a white stone bench
End of the shift
Day finally over
Roses lean in like friends
Thorns all soft in the evening light
He hangs his hood on an apple branch
First deep breath in a thousand nights
[Pre-Chorus]
He counts every name
Carved into bone
But here in this gate
He feels unknown
[Chorus]
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper rests
Laying down the weight across his chest
Petals on his blade
Pollen on his hands
Watching tiny lives rewrite his plans
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper learns
Even frozen hearts can start to burn
Where the violets bloom around his feet
Even death can finally
Finally know peace
[Verse 2]
Gravestones fade in the far-off hills
Here
Ivy climbs up an ancient arch
Little blue birds steal his laugh
When they hop on the handle of his scarred old march
Sunrays cut through his skull
Paint gold halos on the moss and bark
He hums the names he used to fear
They turn to wind chimes in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
Every ticking clock
Every last long breath
Feels so far away
In this quiet nest
[Chorus]
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper rests
Laying down the weight across his chest
Petals on his blade
Pollen on his hands
Watching tiny lives rewrite his plans
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper stays
Letting living colors wash the gray
Where the violets bloom around his feet
Even death can finally
Finally know peace
[Bridge]
[Orchestra swells
Violins climbing]
Harps pluck light from the low-hung sky
Like rain on ancient armor (woah)
Roots wrap gentle around his boots
Whisper
“You can be more than a harbinger tonight”
He drops his scythe in the clover bed
It sprouts green leaves
Tiny buds
Soft red
He says
“I was only ever what they needed me to be”
The lilies answer back
“You’re allowed to just breathe”
[Chorus]
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper rests
Trade of every ending for a single breath
Petals on his blade
Pollen on his hands
Watching fragile worlds beneath him dance
In this beautiful garden
The Reaper stays
Letting living colors wash the gray
Where the violets bloom around his feet
Even death can finally
Finally know peace
[Outro]
[Half-time drums
Guitars ring
Strings shimmer]
Cloak on the bench
Scythe in the grass
Skeleton fingers
Tracing the glass
Of a spiderweb jeweled
By the soft sunrise
A tired old shadow
Closing his eyes (yeah)

rock, Epic hybrid of grunge guitars and symphonic power metal: male vocals over drop-tuned, fuzzed-out rhythm, double-kick surges in the pre-chorus, chorus explodes with soaring strings, choir pads, and wide distorted leads. Verses sit in a moody alternative rock pocket with melodic bass; bridge swells into full orchestra with violins and harps shimmering above tom-heavy drums before a final half-time, sing-along outro., beautiful, speed metal, grunge, alternative rock, power metal, metal, hard rock, ballad