Unveiled the reaper’s face,
By the staircase top he waits.
To no fault go to the loved,
For he awaits by the gates above.

Shed no tears and bear the pain,
For a single snap might drive you insane.
We have all been robbed this dreaded day,
As broken heart songs begin to play.

So raise your voices to the sky,
Knuckles clenched white as we cry.
But his pain for us is surely felt,
As the left, look to Orian’s belt.

He unveiled the reaper’s face,
so at the staircase top he awaits.
His arms wide with final embrace,
May one day we see him with God’s grace.