My final hour's getting near

The time is getting close I fear

Footsteps at my door I hear

Time to pay for life so dear

I want to flee but it's too late

My soul is in the grip of fate

Close my eyes and one last breath

Feel the cold, cold hands of death

Slowly now I drift away

Into an eerie time and space

I cry out, it does no good

In this lonely strange new place

Blackness closes all around

No longer can I see or feel

The last thoughts slowly echo out

Am I a dream or am I real?