Reaper Man, Reaper Man,
Does whatever a Horseman can.
Doesn't need gun or knife,
'Cause he's got a big scythe.
Look out!
Here comes the Reaper Man!
Is he strong? Look at him!
He's what we call a Nephilim!
Runs on walls, rides a horse,
And kills demons, of course!
Hey there!
There goes the Reaper Man!
From beneath the mask
He seeks out his next head.
So don't dare to ask
If he swings from a thread!
Reaper Man! Reaper Man!
Angry neighbourhood Reaper Man!
Forget War, Fury or Strife!
Killing is this guy's life!
To him
Life is a great big ruckus.
Wherever there's a fracas
You'll find the Reaper Maaaaaaan!
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