Death
Sparing none,
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip,
Death is coming to me.
It's a ritual of life,
Live or die,
Racing with time,
Death is coming to me.
It could be blood,
It could be fall,
It could knife, ...
It spread far and wide,
Embracing its victims with a death's grip,
Death is coming to me.
It's a ritual of life,
Live or die,
Racing with time,
Death is coming to me.
It could be blood,
It could be fall,
It could knife, ...