Hallowed Be Thy Name

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 Hallowed Be Thy Name - By Machine Head 
"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."
Shadows shroud me. In their embrace I am hidden from prying eyes, but not from fate. Or from the things I've done and, the punishment that awaits me by virtue of my actions.
"At 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole.
The sands of time for me are running low.
Running low, yeah."
Who I am or what I did don't matter to me anymore. I doubt they ever did. Isn't that sad? Is sad even the right emotion to feel anymore? Didn't I deserve this? I can't remember anymore.
"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."
A priest is here to speak to me now. A misguided attempt to bring me some sense of comfort and solace before the end. His shining coal colored scales almost as dark as the shadows I desperately cling too. A dimly lit carved stone hall and the dark bars of the cell before me, the last things I'll ever see. The weight of it all crashes down upon me and I now listen to the priest's words with wrapped attention. His kind eyes and sympathetic face are what I want to remember, not the claustrophobic confines of my prison.
"Can it be that there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror.
Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?"
The priest is gone now, and I'm again left alone. My sanity frays. This must just be a dream! This can't be right, this can't be real! I would never hurt those dragons, never hurt anyone. Someone made a mistake, I shouldn't be here! The very shadows I'd been content to hide within were now a malicious force, bent only upon damaging me. I desired to throw my self at the cool bars of my cage, claw at the air and scream. Proclaim my innocence in the same babbling way I'd seen many do before me. But I didn't. In my heart I knew that I belonged here. This was no dream.
"Tears fall but why am I crying?
After all I'm not afraid of dying.
Don't I believe that there never is an end?"
Tears prick the corners of my eyes. They fall in great showers, threating to drown me in my own self pity. Why I cry, I don't know. I'm not afraid of death. I never was. That's why I did it. life is a circle, there is no end. How could there be one. I've lived a life of misery and regret. It has to have all been for something right?
"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?"
The guards are have arrived, all armor and sharp weapons. They've come for me. They command me to stand and to follow them. As I get up, I sway as a wave of nausea washes over me. I try to not let the guards see my fear as I unsteadily follow them down the winding prison tunnels. Weak from hunger as I am, I don't make a fuss. As we walk talons reach out at me from through bars and eyes peer out at me from the dark. Everyone wants to get a good look at the dead man walking. "God be with you!" Someone shouts, his words causing my step to falter. God be with me... If there was a God, he wouldn't let me go like this. Die like this. Have lived like this. If there was a God, he would have saved me long ago. One of the guards shoves me, causing me to stumble forward into the bars of the cell next to me. I can see the occupant of the cell. His emaciated frame curled up in a corner. Maybe he was dead, maybe he wasn't. I couldn't stay to find out. The guard who shoved me pulls me back upright, demanding that I continue forward. 
As I walk my life drifts before me.
And though the end is near I'm not sorry.
Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away."
When we step outside, the light is blinding. The sky, so blue. The grass so green. It's overwhelming. I shield my eyes with my wings as I catch sight of the gallows. Sight of the rope from which I would hang. My mind drifted to memories of a different time. Not happy, but at least not this. Running on a white beach. Soring high above the ground, the clouds around me. Deep within a part of my self I'd thought long dead I felt something. A quiet resolve. I didn't regret what I'd done, not anymore. This was a long time coming. It all made sense now.
"Mark my words believe my soul lives on."
Don't worry now that I have gone.
I've gone beyond to seek the truth."
The guards led me up the wooden stairs of the gallows, their faces grim. They had done this a thousand times, and would do it a thousand times more. I went willingly."
"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."
They put the rope noose around my neck and tightened it. It was almost time to go. Finally everything would end. My life would end, my pain would end. I don't understand it but I finally felt peace, a peace I hadn't ever felt in my whole life. I could understand everything now. Why my life had fallen apart, why had killed those dragons.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hallowed be Thy name.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hallowed be Thy name."
As the guards dropped the floor from beneath me, I closed my eyes and felt a small smile cross my face. At last I was free...
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