John Cygan - O Death | Текст песни

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• John Cygan
• O Death

O, Death, оoo Death,
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
What is this that I can’t see.
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me.
O, Death, оoo Death,
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Well I am death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
O, Death, оoo Death,
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
O, Death' someone would pray,
Could you wait to call me another day?
O, Death, оoo Death,
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul...
O, Death, оoo Death,
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?