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... MOTHER FUCKERS!!!!!!!!
 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 believe that there never is an end...

 As the guards bring me out to the courtyard;
 Somebody cries 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...

 Hallowed Be Thy Name!!!!!!!!!!!
 Hallowed be thy?
 Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame!
 (Hallowed be thy name)
 Hallowed,
 Hallowed,
 Hallowed,
 Hallowed,
 Be,
 Thy,
 Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame