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 rider's 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 he's not ready to tap

Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat

In Judge's eyes the look - you're mine



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



To the gallows

Says the voice through the white hood

To the rope

Shouts the crowd around the dark hill