Lookin' back on the life of a murderer while you are 
sittin' in the jail
Watchin' out for your own shadow and for yourself you 
start to tell your tale
Chains are cold and toyr wrists are wounded souvenirs of 
a suicidebid
Pride is gone with the request for mercy
The hour of Truth is the Hour for you to die
You think that you don't need help when they are out to 
hunt you down
But life is not so easy soon you are lying on the ground
No one can crack the hard one you never need a compromise
If you're a great pretender the hour of truth 'll be 
realised
You hear the steps coming closer and you feel how it 
splits your soul
Imagine how the axe is shining when your head waits for 
it to fall
Pride is dead and tears are running when you scream I 
don't want to die
But the hour of truth has ended and you watch the dead 
from eye to eye