He roams the earth by moons pale light
A hunter in the dark of night
Mans soul he comes to take away
to rob you of another day
Hungry for the blood of man
A scythe he holds in his hand
and in his eyes theres only death
the stench of decay upon his breath
For all eternity he will reign
Untill no more of man remains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem