Waken by the scream of a buzzard
Sending cold shivers down his back
Now across the barren desert gallops a horse
The only thing alive maintaining hope
soon the steps will slow and horse ends up dead
The rider's hope now gone too tired to resist
The bonfires behind his back
The chasers wait for their last attack
The long arm of law has reached him
This time he cannot fight back
Now walking in procession hands around his back
Surrounded by the people who only want him dead
In his eyes the look reminds he's not ready to tap
Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat
In Judge's eyes the look - you're mine
To the gallows
Says the voice through the white hood
To the rope
Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
Now climbing the stairs with distress
Cannot feel hunger or fear of death
Defiance in his face he is standing
In front of the law he resisted