the widow’s standing in the rain
her husband has been freed from pain
and he’s been fighting many years
until death took him and left some tears
he is a creature of the night
he knows that time is on his time
he’s digging graves for you and me
he sets the place where we will be
He’s crushing bones
and killing love!
his cloak is black
his manners rough!
I can’t deny
death is on my side
rolling dice
when bad luck means goodnight!
I can’t deny
death is on my side
rolling dice
when bad luck means goodnight!
he won’t say no
and so do we
life may be short
we’ll likely see
the time we have is precious
the lifes he takes were precious
we write some letters
read some books
but do we live the life of good?
we should obey some godly force
but maybe we have shut that door?
He’s crushing bones
and killing love!
his cloak is black
his manners rough!
I can’t deny
death is on my side
rolling dice
when bad luck means goodnight!
I can’t deny
death is on my side
rolling dice
when bad luck means goodnight!
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