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
hi
