All our times have come.
Here, but now there; gone.
Seasons don't fear the Reaper.
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.
We can be like they are.
[Come on baby]
Don't fear the Reaper.
[baby take my hand]
Don't fear the Reaper.
[ we'll be able to fly]
Don't fear the Reaper.
[baby I'm your man]