The noose will swing in the cold...
In the dark...
Empty.
For we will not hang tonight.
Not tonight...
Beneath the stars...
We've buried our bloodied blades in the sweet soft of ground..
And we will not hang tonight..
Not tonight... beneath the stars...
In the dark...
Empty.
For we will not hang tonight.
Not tonight...
Beneath the stars...
We've buried our bloodied blades in the sweet soft of ground..
And we will not hang tonight..
Not tonight... beneath the stars...
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