Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

They guide this guiltless lad to the gallows, make way
Raring to run, I must be mad
Bent down a desperate shape, by the gallows, I pray
Head over heels is my escape

Running up the ridge, my blood rushing
Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing
Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing
Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe
Far down below

Exhausted by the hunt, set to fail from the start
Stitch in my side, onward, I grunt
Still breathe my burning lungs, still hammers my heart
Long may this lore live in their songs

Running up the ridge, my blood rushing
Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing
Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing
Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe
Far down below

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Running up the ridge, my blood rushing
Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing
Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing
Hangman, take it home, I'm hightailing

Hasting, my death rushing
Hangman on my heels, his pace crushing
Scale the mountainside, he's still trailing
Hangman, take it home, you unfailing foe
Far down below