A Conversation with Death

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, Death
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well, what is this that I can't see
With icy hands getting hold of me?
Well, I am Death, none can excel
I open the door to Heaven or Hell
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Death
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Death

Too late, too late, to all farewell
My soul is doomed, so heed me well
As long as God in Heaven dwell
Your soul, your soul shall scream in Hell
Oh, oh-oh-oh, Death

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Death
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Death