14 December 2012
A soft kiss upon your loving lips, When you need a helping hand; Just whisper my name, and I'll be there, Your wish is my command.
An angel of death, I'll spread my wings, Only when the time is right; Never when you feel there is no other way, But when your body has given up its fight.
You may be young, you may be old, Cut down in the prime of your life; I'll be there to kiss away the pain, Left by the blade of their knife.
Beaten, battered, raped abused, I hear you call my name; I spread my wings, if all hope has gone Deaths kiss on your eternal flame.
An angel of death, with lips so soft And wings to comfort and embrace; Call my name, and I'll be there Deaths kiss has love and grace.
The Kiss Of Death • Opuss № I