Upon this ground your blood shall fall, pray
That it be quick,
I promise this is not a dream, death is not
A trick.
You did me wrong and so you pay, with
Every drop you have,
When the life has left your eyes, then I
Shall be glad
Do you hear the ticking clock? Your time
Is running short.
Upon the hour the tick will stop, you're
Left to your last resort.
Do not ask forgiveness, it is not my
Choice to make,
You are here today because of God, he
Has chose your fate.
