Philip Greenberg biz in weisen tog arayn until the dawn

O Death, O Death.
Won't you spare me over 'till another year?
Well what is this I can see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me.
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold.
Who'll have mercy on my soul?
O Death, O Death, consider my age.
Please don't take me at this stage.
O, Death. O Death.
Won't you spare me over 'till another year?
O, I am death, and none can tell.
If I open the door to heaven or hell.
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold.
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
O Death, I come to take the soul.
Leave the body and leave it cold.
O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over ' till another year?