Execution

«For crimes against the Spanish Court
You are condemned to death by hanging!»
Morning dressed in black
The Hangman wears his robe
Soon I’ll die, but no regrets
He will pay for all
(The things he’s done, in heaven)
The crowd demands the show
Main actor’s on the scaffold
Waiting for his turn
Mob desires for blood
The testament is done
Soon he says his final words
The wait is over
Drummers' tap and curtains on
Kill in the name of pride
Take your fear aside
Even if you die
At execution
Evening dressed in black
The hangman drinks his rum
The gypsy died with no regrets
He has paid for all
(The things he’s done in hell)
The ship’s about to sail
Away from goddamned shores of Spain
But ocean will decide…
Who will leave (sic) and who will die