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Onwards to gallows Hill

march on unto the face of death

seek the world beyond the locust tree

one by one to hang by neck

Onwards to gallows hill

the unsacred ground of ruin

where witches hang &

the crowd applaud

for the sentence &

extermination of each druid

Herenow before all eyes

condemned with noose to hang

& upon some certain bloodline

a curse to he these witches sang

without remorse & without guilt

under the devil they feel no shame

rope around neck with heads on tilt

their eyes of fire still praise his name

One by one they are set to fall

& the sky lets loose it's rain

clouds gather & bring forth storm

the devil's magic has come to claim

from this witch comes a voice too deep

& a language that none can name

until the order comes she sleeps

moving on to which next will hang