Hour Of Truth by Vomitory
Lookin' back on the life of a murderer while you are
sittin' in the jail
Watchin' out for your own shadow and for yourself you
start to tell your tale
Chains are cold and toyr wrists are wounded souvenirs of
a suicidebid
Pride is gone with the request for mercy
The hour of Truth is the Hour for you to die
You think that you don't need help when they are out to
hunt you down
But life is not so easy soon you are lying on the ground
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