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