Death, my humble guest
Death, an uninvited guest,
He with his humble words
Trys to look less intimidating
with his dark cloak and gloved hands.
I offered him my delicacies,
the sweet and fragrant ones.
But he rejected them,
saying he has no flesh to taste them.
I offered him my castles,
Tall and beautiful they were.
But he...
He with his humble words
Trys to look less intimidating
with his dark cloak and gloved hands.
I offered him my delicacies,
the sweet and fragrant ones.
But he rejected them,
saying he has no flesh to taste them.
I offered him my castles,
Tall and beautiful they were.
But he...