| Hear the boots and see the figure dressed in black
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| Echoes of him have been heard
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| Spiritually he’s all intact
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| Guided by the raven since his eyes don’t see
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| Hear him drag the rope that goes up to the hangman’s tree
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| The wind calls your name
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| Get out of your bed
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| Go up to the hills the raven will lead
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| Judgment will prevail the hangman is here
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| You smell the rain and as you walk the final dirt
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| Pictures of the crime are past but not forgotten in this world
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| See the valley turn to darkness on your way
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| The only friend you have is standing at the gallows end
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| The wind calls your name
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| Get out of your bed
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| Go up to the hills the raven will lead
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| Judgment will prevail the hangman is here
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| Put on the rope
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| You knew the day was coming
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| Say your prayers once more
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| You’re part of the hangman’s body count
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| Hear the boots and see the figure dressed in black
|
| Echoes of him have been heard
|
| Spiritually he’s all intact
|
| The wind calls your name
|
| Get out of your bed
|
| Go up to the hills the raven will lead
|
| Judgment will prevail the hangman is here
|
| Put on the rope
|
| You knew the day was coming
|
| Say your prayers once more
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| You’re part of the hangman’s body count |