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 are running low...



Running low...



When the priest comes to read me the last rights;

I take a look through the bars at the last sights;

Of a world that has gone very wrong for me...



Could it be that there's some sort of error?

Hard to stop the surmounting terror;

Is it really the end or some crazy dream?



Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming;

It's not easy to stop from screaming;

Words escape me when I try to speak...



Tears, they flow; but why am I crying?

After all, I'm not afraid of dying;

Do not beleive that there never is an end...



As the guards bring me out to the courtyard;

Somebody crys from a cell, "God be with you!"

If there's a god then why does 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, believe my soul lives on;

Don't worry, now that I have gone;

I've gone beyond to see the truth...



So 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