Hallowed be thy name – CRADLE OF FILTH

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… 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 name Hallowed be Thy name Hallowed be Thy name