He comes from the land of the dead.
Leaving his victims with eyes full of dread.
The crime has been done and the price will be paid.
All hell breaks loose and justice is being made.
Leaving his victims with eyes full of dread.
The crime has been done and the price will be paid.
All hell breaks loose and justice is being made.
CHORUS:
Strech the rope, hang it high!
Bring the sinner, he's about to die!
God cant help you, nobody can!
Open the gates, all rise for the hangman
Condamned to be hung its the worst kind of death.
The judge has no mercy he has only wrath.
Dont look for redemption inside your psycho mind.
When the hangman is here damnation is all you'll find.
CHORUS
As the rope is tight around your neck.
No need for regect no use looking back.
Your face turning red and you're burning inside.
You're going to hell and its a one way ride.
CHORUS
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