The hanging tree

Shadows dance

round the hanging tree

songs of repentance

are written on its branches

Curses and weeps

make the leaves shiver and shake

The hand of an undead judge

still checks the rope

to make sure it' ll hold

"Bring those who are sentenced to death

so they' ll die again tonight

let the horses run

and the necks break

Not a funeral for the executed

not even a shallow grave

vultures shall eat their eyes

wild dogs and jackals shall devour

their innards."

The verdict echoes

again tonight

under the pale light of the moon

nightbirds carry the souls

of the criminals

to water the soil and feed the roots

of the hanging tree