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Hanged by the neck we keep flerting with the end

Convulsing, with a chance that the rope may split

The crowd gathers to see us dead, receiving us in great joy

People I’ve helped today watch me fall

Suffocated or with a broken neck cracking my spine

We are born alone, we die alone, so my story will be known

Hear this lamentation song that we play before the rope murder us

Shouting this miserable symphony of execution, cowardly begging to be free

Gratuitous brutality, brighten the eyes of the curious

Children are moved after losing their innocence

Seven knots are enough to take your life

A primitive tradition that shows our decadence

Hear this lamentation song that we play before the rope murder us

Shouting this miserable symphony of execution, cowardly begging to be free

My vision fades as I see my brothers screaming for mercy, time to die!

Speechless, numb, my feet no longer touches the ground, taking my soul, losing control, choke bitterly, slowly dying.