A priest joins procession
With a warner at my elbow and
down a path I've lately seen
I was sleeping in his garden,
The echo of my heartbeat is
And all the earth is singing
We found in soft silence,
The place where life is taken for
A rope is hanging from the roofside, which covers me,
I thought to give it and a card could make the girls dream.
standing there is just the man,
My feet are on the trapdoor with
And now the executioner is
My duty I must carry out,
The strap is tied around my feet
And then the noose we separates
Dying's very easy, waiting's very hard
have you anything to say?
My mouth is dry, my throat's tight,
Silence now surrounds me,
The trap, the herd, the boot, all my life is still my own
They stand me in a corner with my
hands and feet still bound
While the carpenters call for
The rain has worked the timbers,
It's funny but it worked well,
now they say it all goes nerdy over
Your life's as good as ended
But I hear their voices waver
Once more the boat is shaken,
then again I hang in limbo
With a gauntlet on the trapdoor
and my body stands on tiptoe
They stand me in a corner with
my hands and feet still tied
A warder holds onto the noose,
Is it magic or coincidence
that keeps me on the brink?
It seems to work without me,
would it kill me now I think?
Days I'm tired of living,
I was taken to the scaffold,
and I heard that my friend cry,
forgive these hands are fine
and I'll flood the job for the third and final time
My life was spread that morning,
but it wasn't theirs to take
To increase the votes that law requires
A man should build a state
Dine's very easy, waiting's very hard
Shake the holy water, summon up the
Shake the holy water, summon up the