Fear is a plate which I like to serve,
A delicacy for people whom I unnerve.
A sight so sore and sullen, like the Grim Reaper,
My face foretells, for of human souls I'm the keeper.
Deeper
Deeper
My royal realm ranges thousands of miles.
Desolate, decrepit, the intrepid hold no smiles.
Anxiety awaits for the worrying weeper.
The silence is shattered for the somnolent sleeper.
Deeper
Deeper
As a shade of purple penetrates your soul,
Cross over the bridge to pay your toll.
The fee is small, not cheap, but cheaper.
Give me your soul, says I, the keeper.
Deeper
Deeper
This bridge beckons to all who can see
A land of paradise extending endlessly.
Weak, wooden planks (woe to the weeper),
Down fall the souls, to the ghastly keeper.
Deeper
Deeper
Fear is a plate which I like to serve,
A delicacy for people whom I unnerve.
My chasm has no end; no sleep for the sleeper.
Welcome to my domain; of human souls, I'm the keeper.
Deeper
Deeper