Lyrics A Conversation with Death - Khemmis

A Conversation with Death

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