Out of the night
And into the storm
I feel for the cold
But find what is warm
A screech through the night
I die when it’s light
This is the end
We lost my dear friend
The gallows are strung
Executioners paid
And finally, I am afraid
Where there is honor
Prejudice will follow
But inside my heart
All is just hollow
For what we have done
We will die
I lay down my head
And die as I cry
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