Wreith

The scythe of death
 And the hounds of hell were sent
 To claim my life
 
At the gates of hades
 No one dares to call my name
 Living wraith without a soul
 So death can’t find me here
 
From this fate release me
 End my days and set me free
 
The sole survivor of
 Encounter with the grim reaper
 I am immortal
 
At the gates of heaven
 No one dares to call my name
 For them a wretched demon
 Amongst divine angels
 
Eternal rest awaits for the wicked one
 And the hordes of hell
 Are yet to confront
 They worst enemy