viernes, 27 de febrero de 2009

Hallowed be thy name

En las épocas de cole, este era el himno octavo por excelencia. ¡Salud Octavos!

Hallowed be thy name

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime,
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time;
'Coz at 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole,
The sands of time for me are running low...

When the priest comes to read me the last rites,
I take a look through the bars at the last sights,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.

Can it be there is some sort of error,
Hard to stop the surmounting terror,
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me when I try to speak.
Tears flow but why am I crying,
After all I'm not afraid of dying,
Don't believe that there is never an end.

As the guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell: "God be with you",
If there's a God why has he let me go?

As I walk my life drifts before me,
It's not the end is near I'm not sorry,
Catch my soul 'coz its willing to fly away.

Mark my words, believe my soul lives on,
Don't worry now that I have gone,
I've gone beyond to see the truth.

When you know that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down here is just a strange illusion.

Hallowed be thy name...

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