Death Walks Behind You - Exhumed

Strike my name from the book of life

Inscribed forever in the book of death

Destroyer, life-taker, the end and the omega

Death walks behind you, waiting to find you to dismember…

The bloody work of death is not too great a task

All this and more, I now hold in my grasp

Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp

Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last…

Ends such as yours are the trade that I ply

Stricken by death as your life flashes by

From an autopsy, to a cemetery, then to the grave, your final destiny

Carnage and sin are my blood, kith and kin, and to your end, they will be…

As all begins, so all must end, now your end I shall begin

From dust to dust, return again, life ends in sin

The circle turns back on itself, life ends in death and pain and hell

And dead men have no tales to tell, nor souls to sell…

Death walks at my right hand, and there’s a knife-blade in my left

Turning living into dying, soon to be friends and mourners crying

Dispossessing the flesh, leaving death

But no clues for the finding…

The bloody work of death is not too great a task

All this and more, I now hold in my grasp

Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp

Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last…