What is this that I can’t see with ice cold hands taking hold of me
I am death, no one can excel
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell
Oh death, someone would pray
Could wait to call on me another day
Humanity prayed
The preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of reach
I’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk
I’ll lock your jaw so you can’t talk
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see
This very hour come and go with me
I am death I come to take your soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up flesh off the frame
Dirt and worm both have their claim
Oh death please consider my age
Please don’t take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
You’re hurting my body
You’re making me cold
You run the life right out of my soul
No wealth, no land
No silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Won’t you spare me over till another year
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Bitter End Lyrics – Conversation with Death