See Her Smile within hangsman's rope The sky is black upon the gallows pole Flash of light, crowds eyes gazing wild They're waiting for the sign The priest begins to speak A prayer of relief But her face it turns into a mug Of hate and disguise
The widow, she killed in the dead of night Seven men with a cold razor blade The Widow, now she has to pay the price For her deadly game
When churchbell chime, she will hang 'till death The rope is put on and tightened round her neck Her last words will be taken by the wind Forever sire of her sins "Hear what I have to say Here on my dying day I spit on you and your righteousness May the devil fetch you all!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
