O' Death, Wont you spare me over til another

But what is this, that i can\xb4t see,
with ice cold hands taking hold of me
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul?


No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

Well I am Death, none can excel,
I\xb4ll open the door to heaven or hell.

My name is Death and the end is here...