A Conversation with Death - Khemmis

O' Death

O' Death

Won’t you spare me over 'til another year?

Well, what is this that I can’t see?

With icy hands gettin' hold of me

Well, I am Death, none can excel

I open the door to Heaven and Hell

O' Death

O', o' Death

Too late, too late, to all farewell

My soul is doomed so heed me well

As long as God in Heaven dwell

Your soul, your soul shall scream in Hell

O' Death

O' Death

O', o' Death