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 comes down