Hear his boots and see the figure passing by

Echoes of him have been heard

Spiritually he is all intact

Die upon the ravens, it's what his eyes don't see

Hear him drag the rope that goes up to the hangman's tree The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just when we prevail, the hangman is here I welcome the rain and as you walk the final top

They will start to dark my past, nothing counting in this world

See the valley turn to darkness on your way

The only friend you have is dangling at the gallows end The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just when we prevail, the hangman is here So put on your robe, you knew the day was coming

Say your prayer once more

You're part of the hangman's body count Hear his boots and see the figure passing by

Echoes of him have been heard

Spiritually he is all intact The wind calls your name, get out of your bed

Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead

Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Put on your robe, you knew the day was coming

Say your prayer once more

You're part of the hangman's body count