Inside of this cell I feel no peace The voices inside Haunting me If I should die Let it be known It was all worth the price Of the pain that I own
The Judge and the jury The Sinners and Saints All gather round Like moth to a flame The noose and the gallows The hangman's dead eyes Death in the distance Awaiting my demise Awaiting my demise
A rope tightens around A silence spreads through Cold winds surrounds As my judgement is due The ground falls beneath me Struggling for air I slowly descend I will not be spared
A dark horse appears With fire in it's eyes The rider approaches As the life leaves my eyes The veiled hand extends She says: Son, it's time Though it's not fair It's the end of the line It's the end of the line For you
