You see our tears flowing endlessly,
And hear our hearts crying recklessly.
To the gallows we march with songs.
Caught in the middle of crossfire,
Our souls are already on fire.
To the gallows we march with songs.
The moon testifies to our innocence,
Yet they talk of our indolence.
To the gallows we march with songs.
Soon we shall lose our lives,
So they could blemish our wives.
To the gallows we march with songs.
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