28 de out de 2015

The End is Here




O Death

Won't you spare me over another year?

But what is this I can't see
Which ice cold hands taking hold of me?

When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul?

O Death

No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

O Death

My name is Death and the end is here...




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