The Hanged Man - Moonspell

Put your arms around my neck

just like a pathetic lace of death

displays like a tarot deck

I am the card of the hanged man

and here I stand

with a flame on my hand

do you understand?

If there is hope for me she is flirting with the breeze

on a peculiar choreography

with the dead arms of some old southern tree

silently, lips sealed against me silently, wanna walk with me?

And it makes you wanna know

if in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna reborn

and like a snake crawl every warm season

Into a different form

When you can still kill me,