Close your eyes,
rest your head,
and go to sleep...

Dont be afraid,
there is nothing to fear,
but the Reaper is here.

So just tell if it's my time,
the sun has gone by.
I'll tell you now,
I'm already dead...

Now the monster is here,
dont be afraid,
there is nothing to fear,
but the Reaper is here.

Just close your eyes,
rest your head,
and go to sleep...

The person you once knew is dead.
Fallen leaves scattered about the grave.
Cigarette ashes upon the tombstone like it was an ashtray...

Falling feathers,
shattered hope,
they surround my grave,
crushed dreams...

Carefree and happy,
thats how I used to be...

Now I lie in bed and wonder,
what has Fate done to me?
I'll never see the light,
now the monster is here,
dont be afraid,
there is nothing to fear,
but the Reaper is here.

Just close your eyes,
rest your head,
and go to sleep...

Do the Wicked ever truely rest?

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