Slave to the Reaper Songtext
von Cult of The Fox

Years, months and days
Hours and minutes
Your life is a fight but you′ll never win it
Your days are counted
The number's known
And all that will remain is just a name upon a stone

This is your time, your life′s now mine
All of your life you've dug your grave
To realize you're just a slave
A Slave to the Reaper

Turn the wheels of time
Try to change its course
You′ll find the power of demise is a never dying force


You′re just a slave
You're just a slave
You′re just a slave
You're just a Slave to the Reaper!

Stunden är kommen, timman är slagen
Vad hade du trott om just den här dagen
En ny begynnelse? Ett slutgiltigt slut?
Att livers fragetecken äntligen suddas ut?

In time′s endless maze
You've lost your life
Searching for reasons; how, where and why?
At the road′s end (are you prepared?)
Baring your soul (do you feel scared?)
You've given away your life to realize that there is no goal

Scrutinize your past
Could you change a thing?
But it's over now so accept the peace death brings