"The Judge" lyrics

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 'round
Like moths to a flame
The noose and the gallows
The hangman's dead eyes
Death in the distance
Awaiting my demise
Awaiting my demise

The rope tightens 'round
The silence spreads through
Cold wind surrounds
As my judgement 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
A rider approaches
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"