Execution

'For crimes against the Spanish Court
 You are condemned to death by hanging!'

 Morning dressed in black
 The Hangman wears his robe
 Soon I'll die, but no regrets
 He will pay for all
 (The things he's done, in heaven)
 The crowd demands the show
 Main actor's on the scaffold,
 Waiting for his turn
 Mob desires for blood
 The testament is done
 Soon he says his final words
 The wait is over,
 Drummers' tap and curtains on
 Kill in the name of pride
 Take your fear aside
 Even if you die
 At execution

 Evening dressed in black,
 The hangman drinks his rum
 The gypsy died with no regrets,
 he has paid for all
 (The things he's done in hell)
 The ship's about to sail
 Away from goddamned shores of Spain
 But ocean will decide...
 Who will leave (sic) and who will die