100 Torches - Ill Angelic

100 torches burn

These streets are crawling to the taste of blood

They beat their fist against my door tonight

100 hearts have turned

They’re screaming murderer your time has come

Looks like they’ll hang me from a tree tonight

So long, so long, so long, so long…

Hold your head up high

As I hang our colors fly

It’s freedom over blackened skies

And let this memory burn a lasting fire

So long, so long, so long, so long…

A shattered windowpane, a lifeless body’s lying at their feet

They’ll beat their fists into my head tonight

And so we’ll start the game, the horse that drags me 'till I stop screaming

These thirsty streets will have their fill tonight

So long, so long, so long, so long…

Hold your head up high

As I hang our colors fly

It’s freedom over blackened skies

And let this memory burn a lasting fire

You’ll cry for death they said

We’ll make this easy just apologize

I’ll take my chances with your rope

Goodbye