Christopher Marlowe - Invocation Lyrics

Oh Death
Oh death
Will you spare me one more day
Oh Death
Oh Death
Don't take my hands away

My mother sat beside me
Placed a cold towel on my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
My body weighs like lead

Oh Death
Oh Death
How poor you treat your man
You closed my eyes So I could see
Broke my legs so I could stand

Oh Death
Oh Death
I have never felt so cold
You giveth and you take my pride
You wring me of my soul

Oh Death
Oh Death
Won't you spare me another year
Oh Death
Oh Death
I know you are right here

And I know you're still beside me
I don't want to know your face
Give me your forever
I'm not willing to be late
Be late
Whoa-oh

And I know you're still beside me
I don't wanna know your faith
Give me your forever
I do not want to be late
Be late
Be late