It's late one night, there's a knock at your door,
You don't expect company, so who is for?
The hairs start to rise on the back of your neck,
And suddenly the life, which you've lived, you regret.
It's your time that has come, do you feel afraid,
Regret the choices in life that you've made?
Can you honestly say that you've really tried,
Have you lived by the truth or throughout lived a lie?
You can taste the cold on the tip of your tongue,
You're consumed by the fear, and your legs cannot run.
You haven't a choice, as the choice has been made,
By now you are shaking, you're so afraid.
You look around, you're all alone,
Except for walls of cobbled stone.
You see your life go by in a flash,
Then without any warning it turns into ash.
What will you do since your time has come?
Will you face the judgment, or turn and run?
Should you try to run, you'll just stumble and fall,
You can't make it out of Haggard Hall.
