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...
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