Hang Him Higher - :Wumpscut:

The breed is dead our children

They were our last resort

To keep the tribe alive with

At least just a final tort

With all his evil anger

He came to take their souls

Some hang on gallows bleeding

Some lie in burning holes

We want we want we want him

We came to hang him higher

We know who he was

We know where he lives

We know how to treat him

Our folk never forgives

Here we stand

And found him resting

Out of danger at least he thinks

And he will pay his debt now

Grim Reaper already winks

We came to hang him higher

We want we want we want him

We came to hang him higher

We want to see him pay

For all the things he did

We want to see him hang

Right here in our mid

We came to see him dead