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 and The crowd applaud For the sentence and Extermination of each druid
Herenow before all eyes Condemned with noose to hang And upon some certain bloodline A curse to he these witches sang Without remorse and 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 And the sky lets loose it's rain Clouds gather and bring forth storm The devil's magic has come to claim From this witch comes a voice too deep And a language that none can name Until the order comes she sleeps Moving on to which next will hangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
