The Heretic

Ropes been laid out Gallows built in the night Made from pine and ceder grown from the mountain side Tomorrow they'll let out The ghost that controlled my hand Set fire to the steeple and return to the land By the time I took to running The air smelt of smoke and death Hounds howling though the air The curse of bastards on my breath When they found me at the river I heard the pistols crack I saw that water freeze when I heard the sheriffs laugh The pyre much to high And the gold will never last Prison much to long and sore on my back When they take me to the gallows Out there behind the church Keep your pyres gold and prisons for all of their worth Oh I'm swinging like and apple In the middle of the air Friends family and enemies All gathered in the square Thirteen knots behind my old head Drum roll pull the switch Kicking till you're dead