Deicide

Mr. Cinder's the name
 He'll come to collect
 Souls in abundance
 Drained in excess
 He hides in the shadows of the valley of boreal
 Writhing in muck
 You'll find him realigning the spines upon his throne
 Perched within his ghastly abode
 Torches bathed in oils line the halls
 The ravens echo in the cold
 Sounds of murder murmer from the murder
 Curdled blood couldn't curdle any further
 He's already ringing the bell before
 You're even at death's door
 Scythe in hand (rip and tear at the flesh)
 Veil of darkness (you'll never see him coming)
 (Lose all hope when you know he's near)
 Touch of death, you can smell the fear
 Can't escape (can't escape the sad truth of it all)
 You can't escape (no ones faster than time itself)
 Can't escape, the sad truth of it all
 Can't escape, tied to a mortal's fate I fall
 Victim to, a cruel mistress of time
 Broken hourglasses can't save you now
 Lord of Cinder's the name
 He'll come to collect
 Souls in abundance
 Drained in excess
 I know that I brought this on myself
 Devourer of gods, I guess I'll see you in Hell
 Can't sleep each night I wallow in my own pity
 My fate intertwined with choices I hate myself for but
 I choose to blame my circumstance but I brought this on me (on me)