Hear his boots and see the figure passing by

Echoes of him have been heard, spiritually he is all intact

Guided by the raven since his eyes can't see

Hear him drag the rope that goes up to the hangman's tree





The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just then we will prevail; the hangman is here





You smell the rain, and as you walk the final ......?

Pictures of them grabs my past, but nothing..........? In this world

See the valley turn to darkness on your way

The only friend you have is dangling at the gallows end





The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just then we will prevail; the hangman is here





Put on the rope, you knew the day was coming

Say your prayers once more; you are a part of the Hangman's Body Count





Hear his boots and see the figure passing by

Echoes of him have been heard, spiritually he is all intact





The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just then we will prevail; the hangman is here





Put on the rope, you knew the day was coming

Say your prayer once more; you are a part of the Hangman's Body Count