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See Her Smile within hangsman's rope

The sky is black upon the gallows pole

Flash of light, crowds eyes gazing wild

They're waiting for the sign

The priest begins to speak

A prayer of relief

But her face it turns into a mug

Of hate and disguise

The widow, she killed in the dead of night

Seven men with a cold razor blade

The Widow, now she has to pay the price

For her deadly game

When churchbell chime, she will hang 'till death

The rope is put on and tightened round her neck

Her last words will be taken by the wind

Forever sire of her sins

"Hear what I have to say

Here on my dying day

I spit on you and your righteousness

May the devil fetch you all!"