grymmfett of spasm



REAPER'S JAZZ DENTENSU
[reaper's jazz legend]

If I was to throw it all down, and I did hark,
such calls to darkness, and a singing lark,
that was in my brain, with nakedness stark,
And I hailed a call, of the knight in dark,
And when?
did I ask....
that death take me,
quickly, as time would pass?

The Reaper's Jazz, dirge of my fate,
enrages my mind, and fills it with hate.
The Reaper's Jazz, and no one is caring,
about these silent screams, my deaf ears keep hearing.
The Reaper's Jazz, oh dirge of your sin,
when they take you away child, you can't keep your skin.
Oh Reaper's Jazz, is this the song of messiah?
For those who are deaf to it, come Hell's blue fire.

And this Reaper's Jazz plays on...
For eternity, perhaps beyond.

Enter a new type of swoon, in the land of the tomb,
because dead men are watching, and the scythe's coming soon.
In the hours,
there are powers that no man dare towers
to control.
you can try it -
and you'll hear your mourning bells toll.
This is the story of life into death,
of a world gone obsessed,
To many men, it got the best
of them, now -
its just the rest of them.
but how -
thats what I expect of them.

cause when charon somes calling to take you away,
don't run, don't say a word -
you must accept things this way.
He'll tap on your window,
gently touch you on the head,
and away he'll take your soul,
to the land of the -
Like I said.....

The Reaper's Jazz, every note means life.
once the song stops playing, then he drops the scythe.
The Reaper's jazz, oh dirge of the forgotten,
you can't go back to your body, once it is rotten.
The reaper's jazz, our song of such sorrow,
he stops playing the song, and there is no tomorrow.
The Reaper's Jazz, Oh dirge of strife.

Should thine hear it, and that's your life.



In night's frigid heat, you can meet 
your maker in the street, or take it by far,
get hit by a car - .......
and men will kill men - 
and it hurts - when the reaper will work, 
don't mask it - 
for life is a question, and you just don't ask it
over ages, the answer has lasted - 
this answer:
- tombstones and casket.

Perhaps sucide is your way out?
Then the reaper will stay out,
and damnation is imminent,
and hell's fury is defininant,
Those who would temp fate will get the predicament....
Because this is what's happening, in case you can't see -
someday you will die... c'est la vie. 
And love - 
love is eternal, but so is your fate,
you may have girlfriend, but you still have a date,
with destiny,
too unclear - for you to see,
just yet - 
but the reaper remembers, 
and thats a bet, yes thats life,
in these days of the dirge...
in these days of strife.....


The Reaper's Jazz, or dirge of the prophet,
you could put an axe to your head, but could you really chop it?
The Reaper's Jazz, song of the crypts,
Your body starts to stiffen, and then your soul lifts,
This Reaper's Jazz, with such cold embrace,
the weak men die frozen with a scream on their face.
The Reaper's Jazz, oh dirge of the gallow,
the damned ones were buried in a grave three feet shallow.



One thing in life is for sure, that's fatality.
Men fear their mortality, but this is just reality.
Your life is but music on a sheet -
this music is power - everynote is everyhour.
but as the hours get shorter and the finaly draws near,
the smell of fear,  a shedded tear, ....
and then the ending is here.
The Reaper's Jazz is not of death, it plays life for everyone. 
your life began at sunrise, and now sunset has just begun.
And when sunset has begun, and its the last days of earth,
The reaper will come, and poor water on the hearth.
extinguish the fire for the heavenly sake,
you slowly fall asleep, and you never awake.



The Reaper's Jazz oh dirge of life,
guides us through these times, and ends it off right.
The Reaper's Jazz, dirge of the dead's tears,
so many men don't realize, there's nothing to fear.
The Reaper's Jazz, dirge of the livid.
If life is worth living, how come so many won't live it?
The Reaper's Jazz, for which I have strived -


but I trust I won't see you, till my time has arrived.






Oh Reaper' s Jazz,
you horrible dirge,
you scourge
of the living and purge
for the dead,
in our head -
from the moment of birth.....


...why must everyman leave this earth?

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