A voice of foul festivity hangs in the air devouring the squires of mercy
Trembling near the gibbet gathering in the shadow of the gallows a stifling
Silence overcomes the crowd as the deadman makes his first appearance on the scene
Roars of support for the king demanding revenge on the traitor d**h is what
They need to satisfy their hunger noose placed slowly around the throat a final
Gaze moves across the crowd
Forty thousand strong all anxious for the drop rows of corpses fill the elm
Trees where they will remain for months