"For crimes against the Spanish court You are condemned to death by hanging!"
Morning dressed in black The Hangman wears his robe Soon I'll die, but no regrets He will pay for all (The things he's done, in heaven) The crowd demands the show Main actor's on the scaffold, Wating for his turn Mob desires for blood The testament is done Soon he says his final words The wait is over, Drummers' tap and curtains on Kill in the name of pride Take your fear aside Even if you die At execution
Evening dressed in black The hangman drinks his rum The gypsy died with no regrets he has paid for all (The things he's done in hell) The ship's about to sail Away from goddamned shores of Spain But ocean will decide... Who will leave and who will die
