The Hour of Death (German Version)

My God, have mercy upon me in this Hour of Death.
I pray for thee to take my life instead of the one I so dearly love.
Her face is pale like the ivory of the distant realms,
and as I hold her hand in mine.
I clearly feel it's turning cold... like marble or snow.

Remembering the days of joy, not so long ago.
Those memories just increase grief as I watch the withering of beauty.
How can it be that tomorrow she's not here and I remain?
There has to be some kind of way we
can be together again... together again.

As she fades away,
like statue made of clay.

All I wish is to be in grave with her,
slowly transforming back into dirt.
Deep under the sacred ground.
No one will be able to part us now.



Credits
Writer(s): Of Void Earl, Peter Vicar, Albert Death Magister
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