Archangel of Death

So, it's all over
I've gotta tell you I must go
I was born a child of winter
I was born to walk alone

Let the cold wind blow through my bones
The angel of death by my side
Let the good lord turn to stone
I won't abide, oh no

So, it is over
We must reap what we've sown
I just can't stay here any longer
I was born a rolling stone

Let the cold wind blow through my bones
The angel of death by my side
Let the good lord turn to stone
I won't abide, oh no

Let me go now
Let me leave in grace
Let the cold winds blow straight in my face

Let the frost bite, pale angels be petrified
But let it be known, I won't abide

Let the cold wind blow through my bones
The angel of death by my side
Let the good lord turn to stone
I won't abide, oh no
No, I won't