The smell on the wind, the hint of aroma that just tingles, breath it in, death is on the wind!
I bought my freedom from death, six quarters, and death left me, left me alone, alive, but why? You don’t escape death, no, she chases you, and you can’t run. Your legs go weak from sympathy, your will to flee, replaced with compassion. As she aproches death fills your nostrils, Your time is now, and you forgot to make peace. but she offers you a way out… and you have to take it, mortals fear, FEAR DEATH, she smells.
I was stone cold fearless, I stopped, who wouldn’t, its death, you got to see what the appeal is. You can’t look away. I squared my shoulders, and stood proud, and ready. But given the choice of ferry man vs death, I payed a toll and live.
