You see, this whole place runs on greed
You could have chose to die, but you've slain
Every beast around the shop, an ultimate breed
Will be needed to extinguish your demon from this plane
No matter how much blood you've taken
No matter how many you've killed

My scythe will still awaken
To prove to you that you're not as skilled
What's this? You've slaughtered me -- I feel

As though I've lost my meager grip upon gravity
I stare into the bleeding sky, and cannot believe what's real
Because I could have never expected the world's finality

It soars through the sky, and it's oh so dreadful
The Moon Presence, magnificent, elegant, doesn't seem playful