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'Convicted of High Treason!'

That's the sentence they recite

You have given them reason

To kill you and to do it right!

Hang you 'til you're nearly dead

Divide your guts, take off your head

Pull apart until you spread

It's time to get -

Hanged, Drawn & Quartered!

Feel the noose getting tighter

Crushing down upon your neck

Vision starts getting darker

But it isn't your time yet

Opened up like a tin can

Just one cut more that's what you need!

'Slice the flesh of the Madman!'

They scream and laugh at their deeds...

Hang you 'til you're nearly dead...

Hanged, Drawn & Quartered!