Paroles de Last Rites

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