• When the Hangman calls

His heart could not be wrong
His reason forced him to wake up
He felt there was something on
Which was announcing the end that night

Overfilled conscience with thoughts
Lying to himself, memories he forgot
Which never did die, will never die
cause the memory exist to doom our life

Death defying acts and words
So many times hurting so cold
The Hangman laughes out loud
For He would make him wake up

The battle concerning what’s right or wrong
Telling some lies and writing untruth
And night telling us what should we do
but actually we’ve it understood

Abyss at front, wolves at the back
Taking a look to the final dwelling
Made him opened his eyes and wake up
To a new start to a life thought was ending