Текст песни Man Called Death - Speedy Justice

Old man
Withered
Grayed out
Still sits

On the porch
With a bottle of wine
As he stares
Into the empty skies

Waiting for
The man called Death
To come and steal his soul
To come and make him unalive

This old man
Has nothing left
Nothing left to give
Nothing left to lose

With a mind
That can't forget
The things he's done
The things he regrets

Waiting for
The man called Death
To come and steal his soul
To come and make him unalive