Angel of Death

Sensing me behind you
Yet you cannot seem to see
The stalking phantom figure
That does belong to me

Throughout the night I walk
Ever haunting in the wind
Watching from afar
Waiting for the end

When your time is up
Only then you'll see my face
I hold your hand so gently
To take you from this place

You shriek and run in terror
But I'm here to help you see
I'm sent from God, almighty
So I may deliver thee