Hear his boots and see the figure dressed in black...
Echoes of him have been heard, spiritually he's all intact
Guided by the raven since his eyes don'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 on to the rails, the raven will lead
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here.

You smell the rain, and as you walk the final dirt
Pictures of the crime are past, but not forgotten in this world
See the valley turn to darkness on your way
The only friend you have is standing at the gallows end

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed
Go on to the rails, the raven will lead
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here.

Put on the rope, you knew the day [bad word] Say your prayers once more; you're part of the hangman’s body count

Hear his 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 on to the rails, the raven will lead
Judgement will prevail, the hangman is here

Put on the rope, you knew the day [bad word] Say your prayers once more; you're a part of the hangman’s body count