The ropes are ready, tied and bound
Everyone will die without a sound
The coffins are glass, clear as crystal
The unmistakeable sound of a well shot pistol
She falls to the ground, dead leaves will crunch
She knew this would end bad, she just had a hunch
He grabs her ankles, drags her to the grave
She is now buried in the yard of the brave
Beauty shown plain from head to toe
More pain shall come he has more to show
A suffering girl, he smiles so bright
It isn't even worth the fight
He ties the noose up to a tree
Soon her wretched soul will be free
She dangles for not but a moment
Her death will be the final component
