Surprised?

The fog descends, the sky is no more bright
Hanging men from trees, one by one they die

Awaiting your fate you think
"Am I next?", wonder more

Slipping in the moisture, no more
Exposed you are

Destiny is not in your hands
Fate has left you.

The Hangman Can
The Hangman Can
The Hangman Can

Sun goes down, corpse still hanging
will it brun, will it dissolve?

Moon will come, night will fall
hanging will the corpse remain eternally
Will it burn, will it dissolve?

Only the Hangman Can
Only the Hangman Can
Only the Hangman Can

Midnight, sunshine, darkness, light.
Moon, Sun, night, day

Climb the tree, tie your neck
Down you fall, complete death

No more flesh
No more beats
No more skin

The Hangman Can
The Hangman Can
The Hangman Can