Written by: (Harris)

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 five 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 that 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, 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

 Yeah! Hallowed be thy name
 Yeah! Hallowed be thy name