He lies awake with his eyes closed
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As he thinks of eternity
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The last meal served on silver plates
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Left a taste of cold steel
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His memories haunt him
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Though what's past is so far away
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He's drowning in fear of death
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But does anyone give a damned
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First light of the morning
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Will witness his fall
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At the end of a rope he'll hang
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Feeding the crows
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As he walks to the gallows pole
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The priest reads his last rites
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Twelve feet to the ground
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Then there's just six more to god
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First light of the morning
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Will witness his fall
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At the end of a rope he'll hang
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Feeding the crows
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From the end of the gallow
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To the land of the dead
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He has joined with the hallowed
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In the land of the dead
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From the end of the gallow
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To the land of the dead
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He has joined with the hallowed
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In the land of the dead
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From the end of the gallow
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To the land of the dead
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He has joined with the hallowed
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In the land of the dead
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Last Rites
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| Morgana Lefay |
