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Death's Lullaby


There will be a time when you feel your life slipping by there will be nothing you can do but let him come for you He has no face or heart to fill the empty space but his soul lingers to take yours with his spider like fingers He compares to no man for he is Satan's evil lamb he knows us all and when our soul will fall So when the time is here do not have any fear he'll greet you with open arms so don't let your soul be alarmed You will part this world hand in hand when he tells you what happens next in this land That you are to take his place as the man with no face
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