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 out to the rail's
The window will leave
Just when we prevail
The hangman is here
You smell the rain
And as you walk the final dirt
Pictures of them grabs my past
But not forgotten 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 rail's
The window will lead
Just when we 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 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 out to the hills
The wind will lead
Just when we 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
