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 To the gallows Says the voice through the white hood To the rope Shouts the crowd around the dark hill