Instrumenty
Ensembles
Opera
Kompozytorzy
Wykonawcy

Teksty: Watchmen. Soul Stealer.

Who's that creeping around my door?
Who's that crawling on my floor?
Who's that sneaking in my bed?
Seems like someone wants me dead

Oh, my Lord, it's the reaper
I'm talking about the soul stealer

In my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing

Hey there, Grandpa, how you been?
You're living free of guilt and sin
Looking down upon our world
Watch it bleed as it twirls

Oh, my God, where am I going?
Oh, my God, the wind keeps blowing me

'Coz in my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing

All I want is one more chance
To lie my baby down, God, I love her
All I want is one more chance
To buy my friends a round, my God, I love them

With the misty morning and the cool wind on my face
I drop myself down to the ground and tremble and I shake
Then my back begins to crack and wings, they take its place
Goodbye, my sweet, I love you, goodbye, my sweet, I love you
I take my one last breath and then I fly

Who's that creeping around my door?
Who's that crawling on my floor?
Who's that sneaking in my bed?
It's me baby, do not dread

Oh, my God, my head's reeling
Oh, my God, it's time to start again

In my time of dying, well, I thought I'd be a man
But God I'm shaking
My sweet life ain't long enough
To make me brave and strong enough for what I'm facing, oh, oh

All I want is one more chance
To lie my baby down, God, I love her
All I want is one more chance
To buy my friends a round, my God, I love them