The breed is dead our children They were our last resort To keep the tribe alive with At least just a final tort With all his evil anger He came to take their souls Some hang on gallows bleeding Some lie in burning holes
We want we want we want him We came to hang him higher
We know who he was We know where he lives We know how to treat him Our folk never forgives
Here we stand And found him resting Out of danger at least he thinks And he will pay his debt now Grim Reaper already winks
We came to hang him higher We want we want we want him
We came to hang him higher We want to see him pay
For all the things he did We want to see him hang Right here in our mid