He lies awake With his eyes closed As he thinks of eternity
The last meal served on silver plates Left a taste of cold steel
His memories haunts him Though what's past Is so far away
He's drowning in fear of death But does anyone give a damned
First light of the morning Will witness his fall At the end of a rope he'll hang Feeding the crows
As he walks to the gallows pole The priest reads his last rites Twelve feet to the ground There's just six more to go
First light of the morning Will witness his fall At the end of a rope he'll hang Feeding the crows
From the end of the gallow To the land of the dead He's joined with the hallowed In the land of the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
