in my cold cell when to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
'Cause at five o'clock me to the gallows pole
The sands of time for me are running low [2x]
When to read me the last rites
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
It's not easy to stop from screaming
But me when I try to speak
, but why am I crying?
After all, I'm not afraid of dying
Don't that there never is an end?
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
from a cell, "God be with you"
If there's a God, why has He let me go?
As I walk, before me
And though the end is near, I'm not sorry
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe on
Don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
just a strange illusion
