Mr. Cinder's the name
He'll come to collect
Souls in abundance
Drained in excess

He hides in the shadows of the valley of boreal
Writhing in muck

You'll find him realigning the spines upon his throne
Perched within his ghastly abode
Torches bathed in oils line the halls
The ravens echo in the cold
Sounds of murder murmur from the murder
Curdled blood couldn't curdle any further

He's already ringing the bell before
You're even at death's door

Scythe in hand (rip and tear at the flesh)
Veil of darkness (you'll never see him coming)
(Lose all hope when you know he's near)
Touch of death, you can smell the fear

Can't escape (can't escape the sad truth of it all)
You can't escape (no ones faster than time itself)

Can't escape, the sad truth of it all
Can't escape, tied to a mortal's fate I fall
Victim to, a cruel mistress of time
Broken hourglasses can't save you now

Lord of Cinder's the name
He'll come to collect
Souls in abundance
Drained in excess

I know that I brought this on myself
Devourer of gods, I guess I'll see you in Hell

Can't sleep each night I wallow in my own pity
My fate intertwined with choices I hate myself for but
I choose to blame my circumstance but I brought this on me (on me)