| Song | The Hanging Soldier |
| Artist | Deceased |
| Album | Supernatural Addiction |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
| And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
| Then it will come looking for you, | |
| And as in this tale to follow now it's never too late to die, | |
| For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
| Clutched within the hangman's noose a man swings in the air, | |
| For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
| For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
| With a choking rope placed 'round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
| Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
| He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
| As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
| He knew his time and come, | |
| But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
| For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
| Giving him a chance to run, | |
| So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
| You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
| By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
| You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
| By name the hanging soldier but a false world's what you see, | |
| Eyes seeing sights...of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed mind...it slowly fails you, | |
| Sights seeing lies...of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
| Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
| As we return once again to the noose, | |
| For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
| Was the soldier who died all too soon! |
| zuo qu : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
| And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
| Then it will come looking for you, | |
| And as in this tale to follow now it' s never too late to die, | |
| For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
| Clutched within the hangman' s noose a man swings in the air, | |
| For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
| For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
| With a choking rope placed ' round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
| Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
| He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
| As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
| He knew his time and come, | |
| But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
| For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
| Giving him a chance to run, | |
| So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
| You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
| By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
| You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
| By name the hanging soldier but a false world' s what you see, | |
| Eyes seeing sights... of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed mind... it slowly fails you, | |
| Sights seeing lies... of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
| Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
| As we return once again to the noose, | |
| For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
| Was the soldier who died all too soon! |
| zuò qǔ : Deceased, Fowley | |
| Between life and death there is something more that each of us will view, | |
| And when the moment is right for your death to arrive, | |
| Then it will come looking for you, | |
| And as in this tale to follow now it' s never too late to die, | |
| For the story of what did happen to one may truly twist your mind, | |
| Clutched within the hangman' s noose a man swings in the air, | |
| For in the grip of total war death is quick and most unfair, | |
| For on the grounds of northern state sat the southern man to die, | |
| With a choking rope placed ' round his neck he enters into his mind, | |
| Run, run! Runaway you want innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway you must leave this place or die, | |
| He prayed for all his loved ones and that God would bring him home, | |
| As the hangman sneered and watched him suffer, | |
| He knew his time and come, | |
| But he found himself now falling down to the water that sat below, | |
| For the rope had snapped and cheated death, | |
| Giving him a chance to run, | |
| So run, run! Runaway back to innocence and life, | |
| Far, far faraway from this place you were to die, | |
| You are the hanging soldier the one who cheated death, | |
| By name the hanging soldier alive, but will it last? | |
| You are the hanging soldier answered prayers have set you free, | |
| By name the hanging soldier but a false world' s what you see, | |
| Eyes seeing sights... of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed mind... it slowly fails you, | |
| Sights seeing lies... of peace not war, | |
| Dying processed sights, hallucinations! The man has died! | |
| Yes it is sad how the story does end, | |
| As we return once again to the noose, | |
| For from a dangling rope with a neck that is broke, | |
| Was the soldier who died all too soon! |