I saw Death clearly.
He was wearing a black hooded robe, standing over a dead body.
He turned and pointed straight at me.
I saw his skeleton like fingers clenching a scythe,
Inside his hood was nothing but eternal darkness.
I heard him whisper, "Your Next, " as he slowly glided away.
And I screamed in terror, "It's not my time!"
He was wearing a black hooded robe, standing over a dead body.
He turned and pointed straight at me.
I saw his skeleton like fingers clenching a scythe,
Inside his hood was nothing but eternal darkness.
I heard him whisper, "Your Next, " as he slowly glided away.
And I screamed in terror, "It's not my time!"
