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 came we came we came
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 came we came we came
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
We came to see him dead