I\'m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
 Reflecting on my past life and it doesn\'t have much time
 Cos at 5 o\'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
 The sands of time for me [bad word] low

 When the [bad word] to read me the last rites
 I take a look through the bars at the last sights
 Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

 Can it be there\'s some sort of error
 Hard to stop the surmounting terror
 Is it really the end not some crazy dream

 Somebody please tell me that I\'m dreaming
 It\'s not so easy to stop from screaming
 But words escape me when I try to speak
 Tears they flow but why am I crying
 After all I am not afraid of dying
 Don\'t believe that there is never an end

 As the guards march me out to the courtyard
 Someone calls from a cell \"God be with you\"
 If there\'s a God then why has he let me die?

 As I walk all my life drifts before me
 And though the end is near I\'m not sorry
 Catch my soul cos it\'s willing to fly away

 Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
 Please don\'t worry now that I have gone
 I\'ve gone beyond to see the [bad word] 

 When you know that your time is close at hand
 maybe then you\'ll begin to understand
 Life down there is just a strange illusion.