Running Wild

The churchbell of doom is tolling, the angel of death is near
The ghost with the cowl and the sickle, spreading terror and fear
He's taking your breath, he's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and he poisons your mind
Grim reaper will gather in his seed, blood will splatter his path
A phantom that's scaling your doom, the damned's foreboding of death
He's taking your breath, he's twisting your spine
He poisons your soul and he poisons your mind
Riding high on the black wings of death
Like a nightmare that's choking your breath
Like the terror that blackens your soul
It's the dream where you fall in a six foot deep hole