I am the devil, the Devil I am
And I wait for the coming of
An innocent man
Be he young or be he old
Be his pockets full of gold
Be he happy or rich or wise
Be the ocean as blue as his eyes
I’ll wait for his coming at the midnight hour
I’ll pickle his soul, and turn it sour
For once his innocent heart I see
That innocent man belongs to me
Taken at my cousin’s house minutes before I bought them off of him. I have no idea where the non-shooped version is, but I think the text fits juuust fine. If you’ve seen the pic before, know you know the sauce.
The Grim is tasked to reap the souls of those ready to leave.
This one, is tasked to reap those whose lives were taken by mortal war.