The breed is dead our children

They were our last resort

To keep the tribe alive with

At least just a final tort

With all his evil anger

He came to take their souls

Some hang on gallows bleeding

Some lie in burning holes



We want we want we want him

We came to hang him higher



We know who he was

We know where he lives

We know how to treat him

Our folk never forgives



Here we stand

And found him resting

Out of danger at least he thinks

And he will pay his debt now

Grim Reaper already winks



We came to hang him higher

We want we want we want him



We came to hang him higher

We want to see him pay



For all the things he did

We want to see him hang

Right here in our mid



We came to see him dead