One rope One blade One debt to pay They shut their doors when I pass by Pull frightened children from the street Yet every lord who speaks my shame Still sends for me when justice bleeds I've looked in eyes as cold as frost I've heard the lies the guilty weave The crowd wants blood with spotless hands And leaves the burden here with me No silver wings No holy sign Only the weight of borrowed time There is no halo for a hangman No choir waits to sing my name I bear the sins that others fear And carry home the ash and blame If mercy dies by wicked hands Then let my own be stained instead A butcher king, a smiling thief A warlord dressed in velvet grace The law was blind, the court was bought So I became the final place Would you cut the thread of fate If you knew a hundred lives would wait? Would you wear the hood of black Knowing there is no way back? There is no halo for a hangman No blessed road beneath my feet I trade my soul for quiet towns Where mothers let their children sleep Call me monster, call me damned Justice rarely wears clean hands When my own neck meets the rope I pray no other bears this load
