Death Chant
Girl:
Angel of Death,
please come and take me,
for my love no longer loves me
and I wish I could die.
Angel of Death, please weild your sword.
Remove my pain, remove my sorrow.
Angel of Death,
please come and take me away.
Carry me in your cold embrace
and let me die.
For the nights, they are so cold
since he left my side.
For the days hold no pleasure anymore.
Angel of Death,
please come and take me,
for my love no longer loves me
and I wish I could die.
Angel:
My child, as your life blood ebbs from your wrists,
as your breathing becomes shallow,
you call my name.
My child, do not beg for me to take you,
for life is too short to just throw away.
My child, please,
while there is still time,
reconsider this foolish thought
that a false love is worth dying for.
For the nights may be cold
since he left you
but nights with me are colder still.
for the days may hold no pleasure now
but as time goes by
they someday will.
My child,
as your life blood ebbs from your wrists,
as you heart beat slows,
you call my name.
Repent,
while there is still time.
Girl:
Angel of Death,
please ignore my call.
do not come and take me.
I am much too young to die.
Chorus of the Undead:
So are we all, those of us that thought
a false love was a true love.
So were we all.
Okay, high school again. If there was a guy in particular, I don't remember who he was. I do remember riding the bus home from school and scribbling this in a notebook. Obviously, I was extremely suicidal in high school. Lots of mood swings. Now I still battle depression but it's usually only around my birthday and I can usually snap myself out of it. I have great friends who keep me smiling as well. Plus, hey, I'd rather laugh than cry.
Angel of Death,
please come and take me,
for my love no longer loves me
and I wish I could die.
Angel of Death, please weild your sword.
Remove my pain, remove my sorrow.
Angel of Death,
please come and take me away.
Carry me in your cold embrace
and let me die.
For the nights, they are so cold
since he left my side.
For the days hold no pleasure anymore.
Angel of Death,
please come and take me,
for my love no longer loves me
and I wish I could die.
Angel:
My child, as your life blood ebbs from your wrists,
as your breathing becomes shallow,
you call my name.
My child, do not beg for me to take you,
for life is too short to just throw away.
My child, please,
while there is still time,
reconsider this foolish thought
that a false love is worth dying for.
For the nights may be cold
since he left you
but nights with me are colder still.
for the days may hold no pleasure now
but as time goes by
they someday will.
My child,
as your life blood ebbs from your wrists,
as you heart beat slows,
you call my name.
Repent,
while there is still time.
Girl:
Angel of Death,
please ignore my call.
do not come and take me.
I am much too young to die.
Chorus of the Undead:
So are we all, those of us that thought
a false love was a true love.
So were we all.
Okay, high school again. If there was a guy in particular, I don't remember who he was. I do remember riding the bus home from school and scribbling this in a notebook. Obviously, I was extremely suicidal in high school. Lots of mood swings. Now I still battle depression but it's usually only around my birthday and I can usually snap myself out of it. I have great friends who keep me smiling as well. Plus, hey, I'd rather laugh than cry.
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