Fictional

The moon shines through the clouds
see the black bird on a tree
his voice is loud, and clear
I think he is laughing at me
I am writing a last letter
while I wait for my end
and I am still wondering
how did I come into this land
they even can say Im a witch
I never even touched this stuff
they always ask me to confess
now I see im not so tough
Im afraid of the torture
so I sit in agony
dont know what I should do
I would confess to get free
CHORUS:
You will hang on the big black tree
said the hangman right to me
at the crossing of the two dark ways
so you better enjoy your last days
[ Hangman Lyrics ]