[Verse 1] Moonlight like a blade cuts the edges of my skin, Shadows curl and whisper where the night begins. He walks in silence, cloak of cold and bone, Counting every heartbeat like a debt I owe alone. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers of shadow trace the map beneath my ribs, But I’m not finished breathing, not giving up my bids. [Chorus] Face the Reaper, steel my voice, I’ll scream him into dust, Pull the darkness from his eyes, unmask his rust and trust. I’ll dance on the scythe, laugh into the hollowed grave, I am not your harvest; you will not make me fade. [Verse 2] Candles gutter, portraits cry with salt and ash, Ancient bargains rattle like the bones that clash. He offers quiet kingdoms, velvet, numb delight, I trade his tempting silence for the burning fight. [Pre-Chorus] Every step he offers promises the end so sweet, I plant my feet and spit the ground, refuse the retreat. [Chorus] Face the Reaper, steel my voice, I’ll scream him into dust, Pull the darkness from his eyes, unmask his rust and trust. I’ll dance on the scythe, laugh into the hollowed grave, I am not your harvest; you will not make me fade. [Bridge] (spoken/haunting) Count your hours, old man— your ledger runs on lies, My blood writes its own story, my defiance multiplies. [Breakdown] (growled + clean) Rend the night apart, claw the moon from timbered sky, Hear my oath— no mercy, no goodbye. Bones will rattle, shadows fall, but I will still remain, Ash to ash, but breath to breath— I seize back what you claim. [Final Chorus] (amped) Face the Reaper, steel my voice, I’ll scream him into dust, Rip the cloak, expose the maw, collapse his hollow trust. I’ll dance upon the scythe, roar into the opened grave, I am not your harvest; you will not make me cave. [Outro] When dawn bleeds through the ruins, find me standing brave— The Reaper’s hand is empty now; I kept another day.
