The wolf's laugh eerie cracks the humid night air The rabbit freezes the box in his lair The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark Who would emerge on a night like this Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss The battered Christian bows his head in despair The crown of sharp thorns revealed 'neath his hair His scrawny body worn thin by the trial Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim's last mile A million fleshy things converge upon the spot His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot Aah The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a Whisper he cannot dare La-la-la-la-laa...
The Christian wakes trembling with sweat The cell's dark walls stony and wet Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back The door swings inward dull light through the crack The jailer looks indifferent to him A routine morning martyr's death for him A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian's haggard grin The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian's neck is thin The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin