If death comes calling tonight,
Clad in robes of silken black,
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.
After the fading of early twilight,
If the end comes, do not turn it back,
If death comes calling tonight.
Hide him in shadows, if the light’s too bright,
And do not let time turn in its track,
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.
To leave the world and end the long fight,
He concedes, he fought bravely, nary much luck,
If death comes calling tonight.
It can come in some fancy flight,
A gun, a bomb, or, a rumble and quake,
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.
Sorry world, all this was so fleeting, alright,
He has no regrets, no turning back,
If death comes calling tonight,
Hasten, hasten, it before the first light.
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