| Meeting the stares
|
| The horde of faces
|
| Search my brow for fear
|
| Prisoner, captive
|
| Bound by treason
|
| My judgement is met with cheers
|
| Trap door set before my feet
|
| Life for death my willing trade
|
| Trap door set before my feet
|
| So let the hangman earn his wage…
|
| Into the moonlight we proclaim
|
| Our death is not in vain
|
| We submit to be stripped
|
| To the sound of cheers so deafening
|
| In the valley of cannons
|
| My enemies captured me and offered the greatest test
|
| «Renounce your crusade
|
| Or you will pay»
|
| So I smile to noose caress
|
| Trap door set before my feet
|
| Life for death my willing trade
|
| Trap door set before my feet
|
| So let the hangman earn his wage…
|
| Into the moonlight we proclaim
|
| Our death is not in vain
|
| We submit to be stripped
|
| To the sound of cheers so deafening
|
| Into the moonlight we proclaim
|
| Our death is not in vain
|
| We submit to be stripped
|
| To the sound of cheers so deafening
|
| I rest in the drop and fall to ash
|
| Return to the dust from which I came
|
| Sink to the dirt in thankfulness
|
| Cause we know we won’t remember…
|
| I rest in the drop and fall to ash
|
| Return to the dust from which I came
|
| Sink to the dirt in thankfulness
|
| Cause we know we won’t remember…
|
| This momentary pain
|
| Into the moonlight we proclaim
|
| Our death is not in vain
|
| We submit to be stripped
|
| To the sound of cheers so deafening
|
| Into the moonlight we proclaim
|
| Our death is not in vain
|
| We submit to be stripped
|
| To the sound of cheers so deafening |