To the Gallows

	作曲 : Kokko
	To the Gallows
	Waken by the scream of a buzzard
	Sending cold shivers down his back
	Now across the barren desert gallops a horse
	The only thing alive maintaining hope
	soon the steps will slow and horse ends up dead
	The rider's hope now gone too tired to resist
	The bonfires behind his back
	The chasers wait for their last attack
	The long arm of law has reached him
	This time he cannot fight back
	Now walking in procession hands around his back
	Surrounded by the people who only want him dead
	In his eyes the look reminds he's not ready to tap
	Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat
	In Judge's eyes the look - you're mine
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	Now climbing the stairs with distress
	Cannot feel hunger or fear of death
	Defiance in his face he is standing
	In front of the law he resisted
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill

	zuò qǔ : Kokko
	To the Gallows
	Waken by the scream of a buzzard
	Sending cold shivers down his back
	Now across the barren desert gallops a horse
	The only thing alive maintaining hope
	soon the steps will slow and horse ends up dead
	The rider' s hope now gone too tired to resist
	The bonfires behind his back
	The chasers wait for their last attack
	The long arm of law has reached him
	This time he cannot fight back
	Now walking in procession hands around his back
	Surrounded by the people who only want him dead
	In his eyes the look reminds he' s not ready to tap
	Yesterday a hero now a victim of combat
	In Judge' s eyes the look you' re mine
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	Now climbing the stairs with distress
	Cannot feel hunger or fear of death
	Defiance in his face he is standing
	In front of the law he resisted
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill
	To the gallows
	Says the voice through the white hood
	To the rope
	Shouts the crowd around the dark hill