Ask the Dying کے بول

Fall from upon that cross That noose around your neck binds tightly Swing from that rope of death All angel's song is what your mouth sings Hear the death call, it sings its song for you Taste the rotten stench, of blood and poisoned fruit Cry from the pain you feel, it's how it has to be Death is the only way in which the living see Ask the dying, it is the only way Ask the dying, hear what they say Ask the dying, there is no other way Ask the dying, don't take the time to pray Fall from upon that cross To which your hands are nailed Swing from that rope of death Until there is no life left.