The hangman's waiting for then

With the rope in his hands

The silence makes him cast doubt

On their innocence.

(Then he says)

This cross I have to carry

This cross I have to bear

So keep your mind at ease

This blood that's on my hands

I simply wash away.

I'm not a judge or a peer

Just a man with and iron heart

And I can't set them free to live again.

It's their time, I won't stall

And you should never blame me, I'm not at fault

I don't strive for pleasure, cause there will be none

And no appreciation - when the deed is done.

The eyes all focus on me

As I walk to the side

To pull the lever that could be released by anymore.

It's a battle of will

Between conscious and righteousness

And it's more than one soul that's on the line.

It's their time, I won't stall

And you should never blame me, I'm not at fault

I don't strive for pleasure, cause there will be none

And no appreciation - when the deed is done.

The hangman just stands in the distance

To be shunned in dismay

From any cynical feelings, I just shy away

I won't find my glory, drying in the sun

There's no appreciation - when the deed is done.