The stranger screams,

The old black hat falls.

The stranger jumps,

And away he crawls.
.

The rain falls dreamily,

His fire, it smolders.

Finally, it burns away,

He shall grow no older.
.

The stranger rides swiftly,

He rides for his life.

The soldiers come after him,

They want him tonight.
.

The rain falls angrily now,

It can hear the stranger sighing.

The gentle doctor knows,

That the stranger, he is dying.
.

The soldiers catch up now,

The stranger runs futilely.

He finds his solace in the barn,

And they burn it down cruelly.
.

The soldiers pull him out,

His coughing becomes violent.

With his dying breath he utters,

"Death always to the tyrants!"
.

The soldiers bring him back,

And bury him wooden in the ground.

A martyr he shall not become,

Now he's just another dirt mound.
.

More strangers are discovered,

Away they desperately try to run.

They are told, "Now you shall die

Before this day is done."
.

The crowd hears the drumming,

And sees the strangers on parade.

All of them want to see this done,

For their father was betrayed.
.

The strangers line up, one by one,

And they step up to the ropes.

Some are frightened, some will cry,

But they all have killed our hope.
.

The executioner pulls the lever,

And they pay for their sins.

The crowd watches, will never forget,

The strangers swaying silently in the wind.
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Lives are forever changed,

Our innocence is lost.

All because of a stranger,

Who would kill at any cost.