Дарья Коршакова

Обо мне

O, Death, о Death, o Death, Won't you spare me over til another year But what is this, that I can’t see with ice cold hands taking hold of me When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul O, Death, о Death, o Death, No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul.. O, Death, о Death, o Death, Well I am death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. O, Death, о Death, my name is death and the end is here...

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