Allister Crowley Not Letting Go Lyrics

A creature falling victim of whim, I wade lost in shadow.
Feeling less than able to win in this plight.
To think I was immortal, I feel my senses waning.

Gate man starts to wave me in, says it's time.

I can't run and hide, no not this time.
Just let me go.

Don't you agree, it's best if I'm free to live?
Fear, I want to know what my future holds,
For tomorrow I'm Not Letting Go.

The reapers creeping closer, I feel his scythe is raising.
I'm slowly loosing senses, impaired I can't fight.
Dealing with the heavens to stave my end appearing.
Wish to spurn this harvest attempt at my life.