When the moon hangs like a yellow lemon,
I feel the rage; I am a demon.
But when the sun's above the land
I am an angel in the flesh of man.

I'm used to changing with each night,
I'm cursed to stay in this exile.
The darkness blessed me as its raven,
The sunlight drags me back to Heaven.

My crimson eyes cut through the mist;
Meet my gaze, you won't resist 
The nightmares of the endless living;
The Demon's pain stays unforgiving.

But when the morning light spills on
My body, I must shed my form,
To walk among the fleeting people,
To hide away the mask of Reaper.