Cradle Of Filth Hallowed By The Name

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 Gallow s 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