Execution

In the shadow, behind the light

It was autumn, a cold dark night

A man was walking all alone

With eyes dark as death itself

He was tired and dull

Looking for a branch that can hold

His weight, like a leave in the fall

A rope was there to finish the job

He hung himself

Die

He hears footsteps approaching

Feels shivers down his spine

A teardrop is falling

As he feels the death approaching

The swing of the axe is the last

This is an execution

Everything went silent and even more cold

He woke up with a rope around his neck

The winter was here and the man with the crown

He hung himself

This is an execution

Die

He hung himself