[Traditional]
I still believe that the spiritual songs of the African-Americans represent some of the greatest artistic achievements in America.
[- Dietrich Bonheoffer]
What is this that I cant see,
with ice cold hands takin hold of me?
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Lord have mercy on my soul.
Well, I am Death, none can excel.
I open the door to Heaven or Hell.
O, Death, someone might pray,
could you call me another day?
O, Deathspare me.
The children prayed and the preacher preached.
Time and mercy are out of your reach.
Ill fix your feet til you cant walk;
Ill lock your jaw til you cant talk;
Ill close your eyes so you cant see.
This very hour come and go with me.
I am Death come to take the soul,
leave the body and leave it cold,
to draw the flesh off of the frame,
Dirt and worm both have a claim.
O, Deathspare me.
O, death, please consider my age.
Please dont take me at this stage.
My wealth is all at your command
if you would remove your icy hand.
Death is moving upon your soul,
All like to me, you know.
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold,
nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O, deathspare me.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
