Hour Of Truth

Lookin' back on the life of a murderer while you are

sittin' in the jail

Watchin' out for your own shadow and for yourself you

start to tell your tale

Chains are cold and toyr wrists are wounded souvenirs of

a suicidebid

Pride is gone with the request for mercy

The hour of Truth is the Hour for you to die

You think that you don't need help when they are out to

hunt you down

But life is not so easy soon you are lying on the ground

No one can crack the hard one you never need a compromise

If you're a great pretender the hour of truth 'll be

realised

You hear the steps coming closer and you feel how it

splits your soul

Imagine how the axe is shining when your head waits for

it to fall

Pride is dead and tears are running when you scream I

don't want to die

But the hour of truth has ended and you watch the dead

from eye to eye