"In a snowy forest,
Walks a 'man'.
Without compass,
Without map.
Still he knows where he's going,
'Cause his senses leads the way.
Leaving only horror of his stay
He's wearing a black robe,
And he can't eat even a soup.
And he won't give you any hope
If you want to know who am I talking about.
He's not King or a Street sweepper,
Because, Hes
The Grim Reaper