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I have walked these shores

A thousand years or more

I have seen all the plagues and the wars

The past and future

Are the one and same to me

I pass through time like a rabid disease

I am the one who comes knocking in the night

I am the one who collects you when you die

I'm the one who rules beyond the lands of death

Witness aeons of despair through my eyes

I came before and shall remain as all dies

My purpose hidden in the swirling mists of time

To observe and denote the end of life

I am the one who comes knocking in the night

I am the one who collects you when you die

I'm the one who rules beyond the lands of death

Ancient wanderer, Father of Woe

Fear my name

As I draw near

You'll see the light

Begin to fade

Into shades of black

A void from which

Your soul will never stray

There can be no

Escape from death

Ancient wanderer, Father of Woe