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 are running low
When the priest comes 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 easy to stop from screaming
the words escape me when i try to speak
tears flow, but why am i crying
after all i'm not afraid of dying
don't i believe that there never is 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 go?
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 seek the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
life down here is just a strange illusion.