"You have been chosen
To be the harbinger of souls
An important task
To guide the passed
To the land of the dead. "

The crypt opens
Calling me to return
To the world outside
Everything has changed
Inside the crypt's parish

I can see the aura of those alive inside
As well as the waiting essence
Of the ones who died
With a scythe and carriage
To begin my journey
I catch my reflection
In my blade
It's true I am the henchman of death