To Make The Acquaintance Ov Death

If today should be my last
Let me offer up my voice
For in sins of my past
I wasn't given much choice

Sammael
I stand before thee
With your scythe at my neck
Begging to be released

As the fluid gurgles in my throat
I know that I've been undone

These final gasps of mine
Are ɾelished thoughts of the end of time

Father of all
I sit and [Bm]dine with thee
With wolves and [Bm]with ɾavens
I share this feast

The hunt for [Dm7]what cannot satiate
Will forever more ingratiate
This wretched, sour, distaste
Of iron [C7]spilling blood upon [C7]my [A]plate

Mother of the undead
I sit with thee
Awaiting poisoned drink
A fitting end for [Dm7]this creature me

I've come this far
Don't deny me this
I've gone through hell
To make the acquaintance of death

I've suffered so
To meet my [A]final ɾest
I've given everything
To make the acquaintance of death

By mine own hand
Or my [A]adversary
Close to [C7]the end
This darkness beckons me

And so I speak this now
With my [A]final breath
I can be [Am]at ɾest
And make the acquaintance of death