Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Lovecraft & Witch Hearts

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 


Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole 
The sands of time for me are running low 
Motherfuckers, running low 


When the priest comes to read me the last rites 
I take a look through the bars at the last sights 
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me 


Can it be that there's some sort of error 
Hard to stop the surmounting terror 
Is it really the end not some crazy dream 


Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming 
It's not so easy to stop from screaming 
But words escape me when I try to speak 
Tears they flow but why am I crying 
After all I am not afraid of dying 
Don't believe that there is never an end 


As the guards march me out to the courtyard 
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" 
If there's a God then why has 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 cos 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 
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 
Hallowed be thy name 
Hallowed be thy name 
Hallowed be thy name 
Hallowed be thy name