he lays 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 damn    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 gallow's 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