Song Of The Dead

Come ye with this
Song of the dead
The lost at sea
I am your destiny
Come ye with this
Call of the lost
You'll not wander long
In my presence

I'll guide you
Through the ethereal mist
To eternal respite
The time has come
To leave your rotten shell
You must obey when I reap

Onward to forever
Whatever that may be
For the souls I beckon
As the harbinger of death
You cannot resist me