Hear his boots and see the figure passing by
Echoes of him have been heard, spiritually he is all intact
Guided by the raven since his eyes can'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 hills, the wind will lead
Just then we will prevail; the hangman is here

You smell the rain, and as you walk the final...?
Pictures of them grabs my past, but nothing...? 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 hills, the wind will lead
Just then we will 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 passing by
Echoes of him have been heard, spiritually he is all intact

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed
Go out to the hills, the wind will lead
Just then we will 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