Misty morning dawning On the scaffold high Crows are cawing, swarming Falling from the sky Final warning Now the end is nigh Judgement calling: Any words before you die? This is your last day You cannot be saved Headed for the grave What you going to say? You get down on your knees You pray to God for mercy Ah, but he can't help you now When the axe comes down Crowd is roaring, brawling Crying out for blood They want it pouring, coursing In a crimson flood You are crawling Rolling in the mud They are watching Waiting for the thud Your face in the dirt You cannot be heard Your mouth full of earth What are your last words? You look up to the sky You pray to God before you die Ah, but he can't help you now When the axe comes down Now you've said your final prayer You walk slowly up the stairs Now you step onto the stage You'd better get ready for the blade! You get down on your knees You pray to God for mercy Ah, but he can't help you now When the axe comes down When the axe When the axe When the axe comes down When the axe When the axe When the axe comes down