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Watching the time passing by in my cell. Waiting for the angel of death to come and get me.

Feel I'm getting weaker every day as I try to heal this pain.

Is it futile to pray? Pray that the hope isn't losted?

The doctor with his needle, he hasn't come yet, so they let me live at least one more day.

One more mark to the stone wall. Another counted day in the death row.

One more mark to the stone wall. Another wasted day in the death row.

The time is up finally. No more waiting, they've come to get me.

I feel reliefed 'cause I know my destiny, which is to die because of my own sins.

No more marks to this stone wall. No more counted days in the death row.

No more marks to this stone wall. No more wasted days in the death row.