The shadow of the noose grew long
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A sun dial of the time
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The prisoner had left to live
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A self inflicted crime
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To pay with death for pain he gave
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To those he soon will meet
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The rope hung loosely round his neck
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The Devil at his feet
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"You shall hang," said the judge,
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For your presence here on earth,
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is no use for those who wish to live in peace.
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Your evil is forever.
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"You shall hang", said the judge.
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"You shall hang,
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You shall hang,
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You shall hang."
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The hangman checked the rope
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Aware the prisoner was afraid
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The preacher softly praying
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To Our Lord his soul to save
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The blindfold placed around his eyes
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An unlit funeral pyre
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The hangman pulled the lever
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He heard an astral choir
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One man's life has cost another
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You shall not lie in sacred ground
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The time has come to meet your Maker
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Down on earth, they heard no sound
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Your evil is for ever,
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"You shall hang," said the judge.
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All earthly life in you has ceased.
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He tried to call out to the Maker
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On no earthly soil he fell
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The Maker motioned all around
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He felt his soul dragged down to Hell
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He saw the man that he had murdered
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People he had pained on earth
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Of souls returning reincarnate
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No hope for his rebirth
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"You shall hang", said the Maker,
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For your presence on our planes,
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Is no use for those who wish to rest in peace.
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Your evil is for ever,
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"You shall hang", said the Maker
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You shall hang,
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You shall hang. You shall hang.
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The Prisoner
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Rick Wakeman |