"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