Beyond the Grave

Beyond the grave comes the reaper in the night,
walking gently, floating on air
seeding hatred in the souls of the dead

My sorrow cried and cried to sleep
My tears rolled, my heart lost its beat

Through his eyes of a stranger, i shattered beneath
The pieces of my heart that counted the years.

My spirit has saved the hallow within
But the world has raped the love of green
The blue of night and the hazy realm
Of a past forgotten and a future of dreams