A Conversation with Death

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 getting hold of me Well, I am death, none can excel I open the door to Heaven and Hell Oh, death 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 Oh, death Oh, death