A Conversation With Death
Lloyd Chandler's
Oh, Death
Oh, 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 excell
I open the door to Heaven and Hell
Whoa, Death
Whoa, oh 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
Oh, Death
Whoa, Death
Whoa, oh Death