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
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