The breed is dead our children
They were our last resort 
To keep the tribe alive with 
At least just a final tort 
With all his evil anger 
He came to take their souls 
Some hang on gallows bleeding 
Some lie in burning holes 

We want we want we want him 

We came to hang him higher 

We know who he was 
We know where he lives 
We know how to treat him 
Our folk never forgives 

Here we stand 
And found him resting 
Out of danger at least he thinks 
And he will pay his debt now 
Grim Reaper already winks 

We came to hang him higher 

We want we want we want him 

We came to hang him higher 

We want to see him pay 
For all the things he did 
We want to see him hang 
Right here in our mid 

We came to see him dead