I will walk in your shadow in the darkness of night
In the breeze that moves softly in the bright morning light.
I follow each moment, hear each breath that you take
I know what you're feeling, each lie that you make.

It begins with me following, some far distance back
And I come ever closer and never lose track
Of all my gentle quarries, lost in their fear
and I come ever closer, and draw inevitably near.

What makes you feel so deathly afraid
Of that which you will never be able to evade?
Expect me or not, I shall come ever closer
And draw you in my arms, like child in her mother's.

I shall come ever closer, there's no need to try and hide
I'll find you and take you like the swift rushing tide
Or I'll smile upon you, gentle and loving--
Whichever way, you'll be gone by the morning.

DEATH.