Текст песни Tyburn Field

A voice of foul festivity hangs in the air devouring the squires of mercy
Trembling near the gibbet gathering in the shadow of the gallows a stifling
Silence overcomes the crowd as the deadman makes his first appearance on the scene

Roars of support for the king demanding revenge on the traitor death is whatBrodequin - Tyburn Field - http://ru.motolyrics.com/brodequin/tyburn-field-lyrics.html
They need to satisfy their hunger noose placed slowly around the throat a final
Gaze moves across the crowd

Forty thousand strong all anxious for the drop rows of corpses fill the elm
Trees where they will remain for months