(Schaffer, Barlow, MacDonough)
There is a place far from her home
She strayed her path too long
In that wood, she found the stone
Lost souls should never look upon
At first glance, a lone monolith
Lifeless, cold and grey
She looked in deep, this timeless relic
The lost fall easy prey
Come into my world, my child
I will take you home
I'm your Reaping Stone
Come into my world, my child
I will take you home
I'm your Reaping Stone
Think not of ones you've lost
Nor of ones you leave
I shall give you strength to pass
I will set you free
Come into my world, my child
I will take you home
I'm your Reaping Stone
Come into my world, my child
I will take you home
I'm your Reaping Stone
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