| Shrouded faces of white, creating fear
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| Hunting for the oneknown as Mortimer
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| For this night we bring death along with us
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| No place on earth where you can hide
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| There’s no escaping the Hangman’s knot
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| Our dogs will find you, they have your scent
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| The smell of the Devil’s blood
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| Lynch mob is closing in
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| Outside the law, we travel alone
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| An anonymous tip, your time is near
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| Enjoy your meal, it will be your last
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| The reaper awaits your soul this day
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| No place on earth where you can hide
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| There’s no escaping the Hangman’s knot
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| Our dogs will find you, they have your scent
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| The smell of the Devil’s blood
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| Lynch mob is closing in
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| The door is smashed, fear fills the room
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| Guns drawn with malice intent
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| A vicious beating, now breaks you down
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| The Posse’s reward for a job well done
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| Our dogs have found you, your dragged through town
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| A trail of the Devil’s blood, a celebration in your wake
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| Your head is bagged, your body dragged
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| Wild laughter from a lawless clan
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| Prepare the hanging tree, the knot is tied
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| Your final stop, this is where you die!
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| The rope is tightened around your neck
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| Upon this steed you await your death
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| The time is now, with justice served
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| With a calming silence, the horse is whipped
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| The lynch mob roars, your body drops
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| The neck in snapped, Mortimer is dead |