Lying in a ditch, bleeding, begging for your life*

Your friends have all left you forsaken

The eyes that look upon you are impassive as the stone

That soon will mark your shallow grave

As the spade descends into the earth

You try to flee but your feet are tightly bound

The gathered crowd looks on with no remorse but no one makes a sound

Sing now ye wretched

Sing now ye damned

The black, abyss, is coming

Come to take you by your blood stained hands

Plead now ye coward

Breath while you can

Confess your guilt and die with honor

Stranger in a vigilante land

A simple pilgrim of utter inconsequence

You chanced upon this lonely village as you wandered

All you wanted was a meal and a place to lay your head

Come the dawn, you were back out on the road

Your captors came upon you in the night

A shout, a curse, a fist, and then you knew no more

When you awoke, you were condemned to death

Though you never knew what for

Sing now ye wretched

Sing now ye damned

The black, abyss, is coming

Come to take you by your blood stained hands

Plead now ye coward

Breath while you can

Confess your guilt and die with honor

Stranger in a vigilante land