Walking On Down the Line

I’ve never done a good deed
Have killed for money, killed for pleasure.
When people begged for mercy
I took their lives without a measure.
Influenced to heed, tempted by greed,
I wasn’t born a beast
As I am walking down the gallows,
My life flashes before my eyes
I was the worshiper of darkness,
Have killed but left no alibis.
Now I look back upon my life
With deep regret and sorrow,
My time has come to an end today
There won’t be a tomorrow.
I was taught myself this motto,
To do or… Die…