They ask me what grey thought has just clouded my eye I told them that Azrael looked down on their decline What grey thought, if any, crossed the landscape of your mind I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath If Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath Azrael the angel brings only death