Negative Plane şarkı sözleri
Ever turning circles of birth, life and deathThe last rays of summer giving way to autumn's breathWhen the sheaves must be gathered at the harvest in full bloomHe is standing tall at the crossroads with his scytheThe reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is deathThe hearse is always on time and the ferry is never lateTo convey our souls to the grave, to writhe in purgatory flamesAt summer's end the reaper waits, death is the keeper of all soulsEternity awaits beyond the fogThe cemetery biding its time for the one not yet laid to restHoly rosaries for the recently deceasedCandles held in place to illuminate the wayTo the sky up above or the fires down belowIn the final resting place, in the darkness of the soulIn the darkness of the soulThe reaper waits at summer's end, the keeper of all souls is deathIn the name of the father, in the name of the son, in the name of the holy spiritOn All Souls Day, let us pray, for the reaper waits at summer's end
