Words and music by Bill Ancira We will worship the Maker of all things Almighty God, to You our voices sing Hallowed be Thy Name Hallowed be Thy Name You are the Holy One Father, Spirit, Son King of kings and Lord of lords Hallowed be Hallowed be Hallowed be Thy Name

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 5 o'clock they take me to the gallows pole The sands of time for me are running low Motherfuckers Running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites Take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be that there's some sort of error? Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end, not some crazy dream? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming It's not easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow, but why am I crying? After all, I'm not afraid of dying Don't I believe that there never is an end? As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you" If there's a god, then why has he let me go? As I walk, my life drifts before me And though the end is near, I'm not sorry Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away Mark my words, believe my soul lives on Don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to seek the truth So when you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you'll begin to understand Life down here is just a strange illusion Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Hallowed be thy name