Have you met Hangman's Wrath?
Have you seen his path?
Have you realised his frailty
Or instead the dexterity?
Have you met the freckled,
young man?
Or have you meddled,
In his plan?
If you met him, rejoice and love
For he deemed you not for his glove
If you meddled, fear your life
For he hates his strife
And he never gives up
Always looming above
Where with his every drop
He'll cull you like a dove
Be good to your wife
Never damage her heart
Or risk losing your life
And carried off in his cart
For he broke his beloved
Shattered her spirit
And he's forever haunted
By her without merit
Hung himself he did
For himself, to rid
Of her crying face
And her void grace
Cut her legs he did
And chained her to bed
With all his rage seeing
Her and another bedding
Now all he knows is regret
And her expression of hate
All he knows is debt
And his need to abate
So his spirit stays
As long as he hates
A man that may
Gives his wife dire straights
Have you met Hangman's Wrath?
Have you seen his path?
Have you realised his frailty
Or instead the dexterity?
Have you met the freckled,
young man?
Or have you meddled,
In his plan?
If you met him, rejoice and love
For he deemed you not for his glove
If you meddled, fear your life
For he hates his strife
And he never gives up
Always looming above
Where with his every drop
He'll cull you like a dove