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 ll take me to the Gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are runnig 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, of some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that I m dreaming
It s 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 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
Though the end is near
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

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