In my dreams the screams are so real
Before the dead I am made to kneel
So that they might pass down judgment
On how my guilty life's been spent

At their cruel harsh laugh
I writhe as the pain gets stronger
I don't seem to be alive any longer
But the dead block my onward path

So back to this reality
I find my body flung
Into a somewhat crueler society
A colder world waiting to be hung

Consorting with dead
Among the dark and fiery realm of Hell
Priests bath me in blood which innocents have shed
All to the melancholy tune of a high and lofty bell

Now my eyes can ne're be closed
Lest I find myself once more among the dead
Laughing as all my fears are once again disclosed
And I cowed on my knees in dread

They know everything about me
The good and the bad has been transcribed
But I must bear it out, I must let them judge me
The life I have led was not that which was prescribed