Текст песни Me, The Hanged One

My sickly soul has retrieved its rest On this scaffold of bonded death Me, the hanged one put out of my own anguish By a cheated death and superstitious men My corrupted life has found its end With a noose around my neck My ailing mind has waned Thoughts now faded splitting shards of pain My soul cast away, my body hangs It is I who lies hated, I who lies slain Death found me on this glorious day But peace did not find me or my hate My feverish body has ceased No feelings left inside of me My thoughts burnt aside with a wicked laugh A struggle with death and ferocious gash Me, the hanged one upon this platform Eyes burnt from the sun, everything inside me torn I in the end who is hung and forlorn Death did not take me away, but left me alone Me, the hanged one not yet dead, not yet born