It shall to nobody be a surprise
That one day I, the hangman shall also die
In my hands the prisoners cry
Though I hate none in despise
I carry out the bloody work not for my entertainment
But just within me, it augurs no well
For I felt my ways takes me to hell
But I can feel their painful tears and presence
At their feet swearing a thousand oath of vengeance
That one day I, the hangman shall also die
In my hands the prisoners cry
Though I hate none in despise
I carry out the bloody work not for my entertainment
But just within me, it augurs no well
For I felt my ways takes me to hell
Many souls have departed from me
For they never cross my quarters aliveBut I can feel their painful tears and presence
At their feet swearing a thousand oath of vengeance
I pray to thee, o souls, to forgive my sin
Because of the shed blood as to what I’ve seen
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