Hanging Tree

Meet me down in the hallow

Standing is an ancient tree

Where evil runs free

Many men have been killed

Upon this old hanging tree

Spirits roam, let the devil be

Damned souls are kept

Unable to depart its realm

Bargains and pleas left in the elm

Hear my cry, let them go

Negotiations have fallen null

Whispers of life slither in its skull

Fables and curses intertwined

Moans flowing through the night

Moonful splendor, the only light

Sabres, arrows, bullets leave no mark

Immortal villain retire your reign 

Quintessence of life, suffering pain

Erroneous promises captured the naive

Era of terror will remain

Impossible triumph, lasting stain

Forget this morbid land

Let it wither on its own 

Tell all the people, let it be known