Pale, grinning faces of the men so tall,
Hiding in darkness behind prison bars,
Little time shall pass before you will fall,
And so, in the night you pray to the stars.
Creatures of death are surrounding your fate,
Just once more you shall step into the sun.
Guilt overwhelming, thy sins, oh so great!
The battle for truth is finally won.
The drums are pounding as the death bell rings.
Forward you now step to the hangman’s noose.
Somewhere in the distance, a songbird sings.
Justice has finally come to a truce.
For so many years, your death did await.
We wipe clean your name from the grimy slate.
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