This Old Death - Ben Nichols

Old death, where are you now?

You’ve left me behind somehow

Drank deeply from your cup

Now see what I’ve become

What’s left but ash and burn?

No last pale light to follow

Along here, to find my way

I’ll catch up with you One day

And this old death is crooked in the truth

I played your game but now I think I’m through

I know what you look like

And I’ll see you before long

Instrumental

And this old death is crooked in the truth

I played your game but now I think I’m through

I know what you look like

And I’ll see you before long