Death is on my door step.
Death is on my door step,
should i let him in?
He comes baring news that my suffering is almost over; syth in hand he knocks on my door, asking permission to enter,
should i let him in?
Death is on my door step,
the time has come to pay my dews.
His sith at ready he awaits my hand.
Deathm is on my door step
the time has come;
i open the door and take his hand.
slender white fingers enclose my fles laden one
he leads me away, my life becoming gray.
Death is at me door step
no longer does he knock
for with him i am and with him i stay.
should i let him in?
He comes baring news that my suffering is almost over; syth in hand he knocks on my door, asking permission to enter,
should i let him in?
Death is on my door step,
the time has come to pay my dews.
His sith at ready he awaits my hand.
Deathm is on my door step
the time has come;
i open the door and take his hand.
slender white fingers enclose my fles laden one
he leads me away, my life becoming gray.
Death is at me door step
no longer does he knock
for with him i am and with him i stay.
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