I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I fear no evil for even demons run from me.
For I am the companion of death, for where I walk so must he.
I walk though the world of the living, not knowing love's embrace, for even love runs from me.
For I am the companion of death, and there’s no love for Him.
I walk through the hospitals of the sick and dying, for I seek out the suffering.
For I am the companion of death, I am His mercy.
I walk through the battlefields of good and evil, for I am the Decider, not He.
For I am the companion of death, for I maintain the balance.
I walk through door of our domain, to curl in front of the hearth, to rest my aching paws.
For I am the companion of death, I bask in the heat of the Damned.
I listen to wind outside our windows, the screams of burning, the wails of the lost, and whispers of the saints.
For I am the companion of death, I sleep through the torrent of storms.
I fear nothing, for my Masters at my side, his silence a reassuring embrace.
For I am the companion of death, we are the Beginning and the End.