Texty: Obituary. Anthology. The End Complete.

You will soon come with me to die
And find that death is not the end
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed
Tell me that this is not the end complete

Even as the end's complete
Finding strength in ones defeat
Living in an endless score
Killing me with battled sores

I'm the one that's sent to kill
Feeling all destructive will
Bring forth one dead souls decay
Till the end's complete, it's the final day

When the time has come to bare
Dying young, fall to despair
To bring forth one dead souls decay
The end completes the final day