Waken by the scream of a buzzard
Sending cold shivers down his back


Now across the barren desert gallops a horse
The only thing alive maintaining hope


Soon the steps will slow and horse ends up dead
The rider´s hope now gone too tired to resist
The bonfires behind his back

The chasers wait for their last attack
The long arm of law has reached him
This time he cannot fight back


Now walking in procession hands around his back
Surrounded by the people who only want him dead

In his eyes the look reminds he´s not ready to tap
Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat


In Judge´s eyes the look - you´re mine

[Chorus:]

To the gallows
Says the voice through the white hood
To the rope

Shouts the crowd around the dark hill

To the gallows

Says the voice through the white hood
To the rope
Shouts the crowd around the dark hill


Now climbing the stairs with distress
Cannot feel hunger or fear of death

Defiance in his face he is standing
In front of the law he resisted