The victors go down to the gallows,
There they go, wallowing in their victory,
Victory of hollow redemption.
They won the victory,
The victory to the gallows.
And there they go to the gallows
As they swoop and stoop
The gallows is there,
There to gain them.
They can gallop no more,
The mire has come to their necks,
They chose this route
Now they cry and gnash
But there, there is no way back
Because they were the choosers
The choosers of death
And death has chosen them.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
The victors go down to the gallows,
There they go, wallowing in their victory,
Victory of hollow redemption.
They won the victory,
The victory to the gallows.
And there they go to the gallows
As they swoop and stoop
The gallows is there,
There to gain them.
They can gallop no more,
The mire has come to their necks,
They chose this route
Now they cry and gnash
But there, there is no way back
Because they were the choosers
The choosers of death
And death has chosen them.
There is a prize to pay for evil deeds
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