He pursues me all the time
All I want to do is drink some wine
But I need a clear head
Or else I will be dead
I keep him in my rear-view
But he follows no matter what I do.
You can’t out run him
He is always there
The Spector of death the one they call Grimm
There is no malice in his intentions
He doesn’t chase you for spite
Because without the darkness there is no light
Some people need to heed the advice
Everyone has an appointment with the Reaper
So go out and live your life.
The pursuit is part of the game
Being chased by the one with no name
He waits for the life you live to be over
And he always accepts the blame.
Death is the great leveller
Everyone has the to go
No matter who you are,
You will dance with the reaper.
The chase goes on but I don’t want to go
I will keep running
I have to be cunning
Keeping away from the reaper
Until it’s my time