HANGMAN

There's an old story, of a old-looking fellow, pendulous by the dock's tree 

With his head drooping low, but his eye lost in the sea 

It voices the story, of things no living man could see 

And as if hearing your thoughts, the hanged man begins to speak.

'I've seen secrets, of men that walk this Earth

Of tiny devils with colossal wings, that hide among the church

I've seen the darkness that some come with birth

And for my silence, I've gotten death in return.

With no one to worry, for I am dead as I can be 

Free to walk the shadows, though thou can't smile with any glee

Yet, like the most shy creature undersea, I see things no one could foresee

Of the living I've become loose, yet from the beyond, I've become escapee. 

I wished for nothing more than to live in this view 

Though gloomy the sky, there's a hint of blue and the wind still blew 

I've been victim, of the most cruelest of coup

Much obliged thy be to you, if you tell cara mia, that I loved her through and through.

As deadman tell no tales, I shall whisper to you my last breaths 

Beware of what deceives you and to whom you might confess 

You'll hang here by the shoreline, where waves shine but there's no reflects 

Take it from a hangman, that the horror won't end after death'.

There an old story, of a old-looking fellow, pendulous by the dock's tree 

With his head drooping low, but his eye lost at sea 

It voices the story of things no living man could ever tell 

But I'm no living man, you see? tis' just a tragic myth because, deadmen tell no tales.