Hangman's Knot - These Are They

Shrouded faces of white, creating fear

Hunting for the oneknown as Mortimer

For this night we bring death along with us

No place on earth where you can hide

There’s no escaping the Hangman’s knot

Our dogs will find you, they have your scent

The smell of the Devil’s blood

Lynch mob is closing in

Outside the law, we travel alone

An anonymous tip, your time is near

Enjoy your meal, it will be your last

The reaper awaits your soul this day

No place on earth where you can hide

There’s no escaping the Hangman’s knot

Our dogs will find you, they have your scent

The smell of the Devil’s blood

Lynch mob is closing in

The door is smashed, fear fills the room

Guns drawn with malice intent

A vicious beating, now breaks you down

The Posse’s reward for a job well done

Our dogs have found you, your dragged through town

A trail of the Devil’s blood, a celebration in your wake

Your head is bagged, your body dragged

Wild laughter from a lawless clan

Prepare the hanging tree, the knot is tied

Your final stop, this is where you die!

The rope is tightened around your neck

Upon this steed you await your death

The time is now, with justice served

With a calming silence, the horse is whipped

The lynch mob roars, your body drops

The neck in snapped, Mortimer is dead