In endless fields of rot and bone, The Reaper carves his reeking throne No breath, no cry, no soul escapes, He reaps the damned in cold embrace. His blade drinks deep the marrow’s scream, A harvest forged in nightmare’s seam; Tireless, hollow, black as sin, He drags them where the light grows thin. "Tireless and hollow, black as sin, he swings his blade without rest, reaping the souls day and night with never ending effort. Deaths work out never ends." AKA Chambo (Digital Artwork) 2026