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Death Rite At Sunsetsunlight is fading into a plumage of blackwalk from my cell, so condemned sentence of deat passed by my courtiers high treason, no chance of royal pardon off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead slow march to the place of my execution drums sound in time with my heart thunder cracks, lightning strikes hard rain leaves mirrors to cast my reflection villagers chant abuse, throw sticks and stones in their anger and scornful hatred for their love, honour king and country they will hunt, torture and kill me off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead death rite at sunset can't fight, alas my doom met i believe in god the father, creator of heaven and earth and in jesus christ, his only son our lord refused my request, executioner demands a penny from me blindfold my head, the blades the last thing i see my head laid to rest on the bloodstained chopping block the crowd are all chanting as the church bell rings now i see my whole life flashing before me the blade starts its journey, to its purpose sever my neck, cut off my head i may be dead now but i'll be back off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead off with his head, bring down the blade leave him for dead, leave him for dead death rite at sunset can't fight, alas my doom met |