Last Rites

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 gallows'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 gallows

To the land of the dead

He's joined with the hallowed

In the land of the dead