Death Knell from Ancient Tones by Daniel Payne

Come and hear your death knell
Death make you happy
Devil make you whole
Your time to shine son
Come and hear your death knell

There's blood on your hands and you'll find there's not much
Not a word in the land
Is gonna save your damn self when cold death strikes a hand

When the cloaked rider calls hangin' round your door
There'll be no more kind forgivin', no more redeemin' your soul

You'll lie awake in bed, your time's come and gone
Hear the hoofbeats of hell, your death carriage drawn, by two horses wide, three horses long

In the deep freezin' fog when the bell starts to ring
All through the black hills, whose name will you scream
For to plead for your health when you hear your death knell

Your quicksilver love changes with the wind
You tell me I'm blind and that I'm not your friend
Threw your wings to the ground
And you're too scared to swim
At least you've always had your proud hole to dive in

So make good upon your breath
Make good upon the breeze
Make good upon nightfall
Make good upon your knees

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