John Cygan - Oh, Death | Текст песни

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• John Cygan
• Oh, Death

O, Death, о Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year...

But what is this, that I can’t see with ice cold
hands taking hold of me.

O, Death, о 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, о Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year...

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

O, Death, о Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year...