The Final Chance
The blade is sharp
The night is young
They all watch
As he is strung
He is hung
High above
In hushed whispers
They mourn their love
Red blood dripping
From his heart and soul
Catches the light
Dark as coal
Rain starts to fall
As clouds roll in
For he has committed
A deadly sin
A mournful wail
A pitying glance
A sad goodbye
A final chance
