Creeping Death

So let it be written, so let it be done, to kill the laughter of man, I'm in it.

Now, let my people know, that I'm closer, now, I'm gonna be when he, who's so wild.

God, I ain't gonna let you, come and go, hey!

to my true love one.

So many years of time is going to be gone

to kill her for her own son.

I'll be there.