| О себе | O, Death, о Death, o 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
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul
O, Death, о Death, o Death,
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul..
O, Death, о Death, o Death,
Well I am death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
O, Death, о Death, my name is death and the end is here... |
