I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
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Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time
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'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to The Gallow's Pole
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The sands of time for me are running low
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Motherfuckers!!
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Running low!!
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When the priest comes to read me the last rites
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I take a look through the bars at the last sights
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Of a world that has gone very wrong for me
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Can it be that there's some sort of error?
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Hard to stop the surmounting terror
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Is it really the end not some crazy dream?
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Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
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It's not so easy to stop from screaming
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But words escape me when I try to speak
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Tears they flow but why am I crying?
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After all I am not afraid of dying
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Don't believe that there never is an end
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As the guards march me out to the courtyard
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Someone cries from a cell "God be with you"
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If there's a God then why has he let me die?
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As I walk all my life drifts before me
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Though the end is near I'm not sorry
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Catch my soul it's willing to fly away
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Mark my words believe my soul lives on
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Don't worry now that I have gone
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I've gone beyond to see the truth
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When you know that your time is close at hand
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Maybe then you'll begin to understand
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Life down there is just a strange illusion.
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Oh, hallowed be thy name
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Oh, hallowed be thy
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Name
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Hallowed be thy name
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Hallowed be thy name
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Hallowed be thy name
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Hallowed be thy name
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No
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Hallowed Be Thy Name (Shallow Be Thy Grave)
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Cradle Of Filth |