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 Cause at five o'clock They take me to the gallows full The sands of time For me are running low Running low Running low Running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars of the last sites I'm a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that this time's full of error? I understand the surmounting terror Is it really the end of some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming The words escape me when I try to speak This moment, why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Could I believe that there never is an end? 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 Cause at five o'clock They take me to the gallows full The sands of time For me are running low Running low Running low Running low Who's the god for my childhood and culture? Somebody cries for my soul, tell me when you If there's a god, why does he let me go? As I walk my life just before me I'm losing it easily, I'm not sorry Guess my soul couldn't stand it to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on, don't worry now But I have gone, I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close And everything will begin To understand life down here is just a strange illusion I'm not afraid of dying Could I believe that there never is an end? 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 Cause at five o'clock They take me to the gallows full The sands of time For me are running low Running low Running low Running low Running low Running low Running low Running low Yeah, yeah, yeah Hello, behind me Yeah, yeah, yeah Hello, behind me Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Thank you! Thank you so much This is a song I'm going to go back to the Iron Maiden album for you now Something you can get your teeth into It's a song about a gentleman who wears a mask And hangs out in the corners of old theatres Waiting for young ladies to come past So he can rip their knickers off and do foul and disgusting And probably very nice things too to them In the dressing room after the show