Waken by the scream of a buzzard
Sending cold shivers down his back
Now across the barren desert gallops a horse
The
only thing alive maintaining hope
Soon the steps will slow and horse ends up dead
The riders hope now gone too tired to
resist
The bonfires behind his back
The chasers wait for their last attack
The long arm of law has reached him
This time he
cannot fight back
Now walking in procession hands around his back
Surrounded by the people who only want him dead
In his eyes
the look reminds hes not ready to tap
Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat
In Judges eyes the look - youre
mine
[Chorus:]
To the gallows
Says the voice through the white hood
To the rope
Shouts the crowd around the dark
hill
To the gallows
Says the voice through the white hood
To the rope
Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
Now
climbing the stairs with distress
Cannot feel hunger or fear of death
Defiance in his face he is standing
In front of the law he
resisted