paroles de chanson The Judge - Shawn James

Inside of this cell
I feel no peace
The voices inside
Haunting me
If I should die
Let it be known
It was all worth the price
Of the pain that I've owned

The Judge and the Jury
The Sinners and Saints
All gather around
Like moths to a flame
The noose and the gallows
The hangmans dead eyes
Death in the distance
Awaiting my demise
Awaiting my demise

A rope tightens around
A silence spreads through
A cold wind surrounds
As my judgment is due
The ground falls beneath me
Struggling for air
I slowly descend
I will not be spared

A dark horse appears
With fire in its eyes
The rider approachers
As the life leaves my eyes
A veiled hand extends
She says "Son, it's time
Though it's not fair
It's the end of the line
It's the end of the line
For you"