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