At the sunset someone works Moved by darkness, someone without heart Moving through unknown paths But we know it is going to kill When the skies turn dark Come the breeze of death The cold breeze that controls the murder New victims, new deaths Creatures of darkness appear in my eyes Trying to block my way The aberration comes from so far Holding the scythe of night Running and killing Gliding on the winds With the scythe of night Collecting another lives Oh, scythe of night, you kill just to kill Oh, scythe of night, it's your only fun