The moon shines through the clouds

See the black bird on a tree

His voice is loud, and clear

I think he is laughing at me

I am writing a last letter

While I wait for my end

And I am still wondering

How did I come into this land

They even can say I'm a witch

I never even touched this stuff

They always ask me to confess

Now I see i'm not so tough

I'm afraid of the torture

So I sit in agony

Dont know what I should do

I would confess to get free

CHORUS:

You will hang on the big black tree

Said the hangman right to me

At the crossing of the two dark ways

So you better enjoy your last days