Onwards to gallows Hill
March on unto the face of death
Seek the world beyond the locust tree

One by one to hang by neck

Onwards to gallows hill

The unsacred ground of ruin
Where witches hang and
The crowd applaud

For the sentence and
Extermination of each druid


Herenow before all eyes
Condemned with noose to hang
And upon some certain bloodline

A curse to he these witches sang
Without remorse and without guilt
Under the devil they feel no shame

Rope around neck with heads on tilt
Their eyes of fire still praise his name


One by one they are set to fall
And the sky lets loose it's rain
Clouds gather and bring forth storm

The devil's magic has come to claim
From this witch comes a voice too deep
And a language that none can name

Until the order comes she sleeps
Moving on to which next will hang