The Hanging Tree
Hanging
I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang
On the grey oak they swing
Ponder
So many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree
(Hang)
By the throat they are tied to old wood
Aftermath of perverted kinghood
(Die)
By moonlight two shadows that shine
Arms and legs hugged by vines
(Doom)
Its branches are knotted round the sun
Setting pale on the foggy courtyard
(Slay)
Silhouetted against crossing spears
(They were) hanged by the Cavalier
Hanging
They stand against my sight
Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright
As my chest opens wide
Hanging
I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang
On the grey oak they swing
Ponder
So many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree
(Doom)
(Die)
As I revealed their pale glass eyes
Too late I realized
As I unveiled the hood
There they stood
My love (and) my daughter
Hanging
They stand against my sight
Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright
And I just want to die
They hang from the hanging tree on morrow
Their necks have cracked and my heart turned black
Hanging
I see their corpses clinging
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
They hang
On the grey oak they swing
Ponder
So many miles I wandered
I roamed without an aim
I fought men without name
To reach this hanging tree
Half hooded in disguise
Their shapes I recognize
As they hang on the hanging tree