The Iron Gibbet - Denial of God

Here I hang for you to see

You laugh but feared the living me

You spit at me as you pass by

Hear the Victims' echoing Cries

I took their Lives and you took mine

Fair, one could say, I committed a Crime

But one Day I hope to return

To teach you Fear and you will learn

Will I roam at Night to find Revenge?

A Night that will be bloody drenched

Will it be filled with hundred Cries?

One for each Soul that dies

Will my bony Hand rule this Place?

Will Death rear it’s rotting Face?

The Village Streets be soaked in red

With bloody Sculptures of severed Heads?

My Eyes are gone yet still I stare

With empty Sockets so cold, beware

My Flesh it falls from my Bones

The iron Gibbet, my final Home

Mummified I hang alone

Crumbling skin and clanging Bones

My Laughter resounds in the Wind

Forgive me not for I have sinned

Gallow Hill, the Darkness surrounds

My Mouth it screams without a Sound

The Fools they stare, I feel their Fear

I will remain for many Years

My Eyes are gone yet still I stare

With empty Sockets so cold, beware

My Flesh it falls from my Bones

The iron Gibbet, my final Home

Can you hear me?

I am coming…