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Hallowed Be Thy Name
Im waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.
Reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time.
Cause at 5 oclock 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 theres some sort of error.
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.
Somebody please tell me that im dreaming,
Its not so easy to stop from screaming,
The words escape me when i try to speak.
Tears flow but why am i crying,
After all im not afraid of dying.
Dont 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 theres a god then why has he let me go?
As i walk all my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near im not sorry.
Catch my soul, its willing to fly away.
Mark my words believe my soul lives on.
Dont worry now that i have gone.
Ive gone beyond to seek the truth.
When you know that your time is close at hand.
Maybe then youll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion
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