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 haunt 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   Then there's just six more to god   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 has joined with the hallowed   In the land of the dead   From the end of the gallow   To the land of the dead   He has joined with the hallowed   In the land of the dead   From the end of the gallow   To the land of the dead   He has joined with the hallowed   In the land of the dead