When death reclaims its right to me Freezes my blood with her proximity Pulls out the finger inexorable Aiming at my chest, at my heart When her choking scent Will float around When she dabs with her cloak My exposed skin When she whispers in my ear That it's time for next journey When she swings her scythe To extract my soul I will cross my blade with hers I will be the master of life myself When I decide that it's time Then I will search for her smiling!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
