I am the dust of desert dunes and the chilly wind of death I am the waves on the oceans of blood, and the knives and swordsto shred the just I am the time, the withering and the withered, as well as thethorns, burning and sharp I am the rain of lust that wets the chaste, and the torch thatends your life I am the one whose name still the hearts and the silence theirbreaths I am the one who speaks your name, weakens your fall into my coldarms Just waiting for that kiss of my scythe "Both fool and the wise, one thing is certain - that life flies one thing is certain and the rest flies the flower that once has blown forever dies" I stand above you whispering low you know not what into your ear of my strange language you all know as there is not a word of fear Azrael