The sleeping place

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

 


Well what is this, that I can’t see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me

Well I am Death, none can excel,
I’ll open the door to heaven or hell

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