The Day Death Will Knock To My Door First Part
The day death will knock to my door
to take me with him
don't repent day and night along
in delirium and lament.
Rather in the way to life which I trodden
the work which I left behind
please do not give it up
keep it in practice, after my end.
The world is crying today
peoples are drowning in grief and sorrow
facing with the inhuman stony heart
please feel them, to go through.
Cruelty has overwhelmed the world
slaves are in under the force
please look aside oh my dear and
be a companion to them of course.
The day death will knock to my door
to take me with him
don't repent day and night along
in delirium and lament.
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