I've cut the wings deep to the bone I see the hourglass below I hear them coming down the road The cover of midnight has me cold The cloaked stranger waits for no one Pleas are just wasted words Shadows dance to the symphony Of the souls beneath the earth Harmed by desire Warned each time to Stray from the cold Plagued by the time you Still see slipping into nothing Second chances are false hope Before the hangman's rope A sight you'll never want to know The face of the death we owe No one is ever exempt From the death we owe No one is ever exempt From the death we owe Here second chances are false hope See the silhouette of the hangman's rope It's a place that you'll never want to know Everyone has to face the death we owe Harmed by desire Warned each time to Stray from the cold Plagued by the time you Still see slipping into nothing Just one death we owe From which no one's exempt And when that force takes hold At last you'll be on your own