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ME GUSTA EL HEAVYMETAL I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low. When the priest comes to read me the last rites, I take a look through the bars at the last sights, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not so easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not