| Here I hang for you to see
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| You laugh but feared the living me
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| You spit at me as you pass by
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| Hear the Victims' echoing Cries
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| I took their Lives and you took mine
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| Fair, one could say, I committed a Crime
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| But one Day I hope to return
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| To teach you Fear and you will learn
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| Will I roam at Night to find Revenge?
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| A Night that will be bloody drenched
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| Will it be filled with hundred Cries?
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| One for each Soul that dies
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| Will my bony Hand rule this Place?
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| Will Death rear it’s rotting Face?
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| The Village Streets be soaked in red
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| With bloody Sculptures of severed Heads?
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| My Eyes are gone yet still I stare
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| With empty Sockets so cold, beware
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| My Flesh it falls from my Bones
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| The iron Gibbet, my final Home
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| Mummified I hang alone
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| Crumbling skin and clanging Bones
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| My Laughter resounds in the Wind
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| Forgive me not for I have sinned
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| Gallow Hill, the Darkness surrounds
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| My Mouth it screams without a Sound
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| The Fools they stare, I feel their Fear
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| I will remain for many Years
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| My Eyes are gone yet still I stare
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| With empty Sockets so cold, beware
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| My Flesh it falls from my Bones
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| The iron Gibbet, my final Home
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| Can you hear me?
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| I am coming… |