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...
Cause` 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 been 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 flow, but why am I crying?
After all I am not afraid of dying!
Don't I believe that there is never an end?..

As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries 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, cause` it's willing to fly away!

Mark my words, please, believe my soul lives on!
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!..

Hallowed Be Thy Name!

Hallowed Be Thy Name!!!