Grog with the Reaper

Greetings, mercenary. Here we meet again. But this time I've come for your soul, My friend. Tell me, for what cause have you spilt this Blood? And why brought this misery Like a crimson flood? Why do you, grim reaper, love these human sheep? They're liars and traitors, their promises are Cheap. If not by my blade, then they'll die By another. Their deaths pay for wine and my Lust, one or other. So how do you like life's cruel, Wicked charm? Death looked at the scar on his Withered arm. I'd live it again, just the way that it Is. To hell with the honor, the laws, And the priests. They pay and I fight, From war to new war. The blood on my hands, I don't feel it No more. They'll call me a piece of filth. That's how it goes. I didn't create this world. God only knows. What have I seen? Empires fall into dust. Wars where the brothers are blinded by lust. Where a rag of a flag is worth more Than a life. And the carpenter thrives on the Graveyard strife. A contract I fight as long as I'm paid. My brothers-in-arms are the law that we made. From spilling the blood of the weak or the Brave. No god and no devil can keep us Away. So how do you like life's cruel, Wicked charm? Death looked at the scar on his Withered arm. I'd live it again, just the way that it Is. To hell with the honor, the laws, And the priests. They pay and I fight, From war to new war. The blood on my hands, I don't feel it No more. They'll call me a piece of filth. That's how it goes. I didn't create this world. God only knows. Oh. Friends I had them, but now they are gone. A common occurrence when the war's never done. The battlefield serves as a grave for them all. The third toast is theirs since the day of Their fall. The world is a market where goods On the shelf. The one who survives keeps the Loot for himself. But even that gold won't save from your scythe. For everyone loses their all with their Lives. So what is the sum of your life in The end? This bitter-ass crop that a beggar would Bend. Enough of your chatter, just take me away. I changed not a thing in my life, Bloody bay. The booth rose with laughter, a smirk on his Face, and punched the old Death with a savage Embrace. Death roared with a laughter, A bone-chilling sound. I'm under a contract Like you To this ground.