Hangman

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 I'm a witch I never even touched this stuff They always ask me to confess Now I see I'm not so tough I'm afraid of the torture So I sit in agony Don't 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 - Fictional