Rich Man


Do you have a fear of Death? Afraid of what’s beyond?
The Horror of the Grave! What will be when you are gone?

ALL your money ALL your gold, with you they will not go
And where oh where is this? The place of never ending Woe

One more day one more hour, very little time remains
The Demons come for you, they’ll carry you away in chains

The links are all red hot, you’ll scream and yell and cry
Through burning coals and broken glass, they’ll drag you while you fry

Scourges they have made for you, barbed wire they did use
Turns they’ll take in flogging you, and around your neck a noose

This is what awaits, pretend it isn’t so
Go ahead and live a LIE, to Hell you’re surely go


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