ELVENKING - The Hanging Tree (2023) // Official Lyric Video // AFM Records

Taken from the album “Reader Of The Runes - Rapture“, out April 28th 2023. Pre-Order “Reader Of The Runes - Rapture“ here: Listen to “The Hanging Tree“ on Spotify: Shop: Subscribe to AFM’s Apple playlist “Melodic Mayhem“: ELVENKING - The Hanging Tree (2023) // Official Lyric Video // AFM Records Follow Elvenking! Spotify: Apple Music: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Follow us also on these channels: Instagram: Facebook: Website: Webshop: Spotify: Apple Music: Music by: Aydan, Damna & Headmatt Lyrics by: Aydan & Damna Mixed & Mastered by: Scott Atkins Video created by: Andy Pilkington @ Lyrics: Hanging I see their corpses clinging Half hooded in disguise Their shapes I recognize They hang On the grey oak they swing Ponder So many miles I wandered I roamed without an aim I fought men without name To reach this hanging tree (Hang) By the throat they are tied to old wood Aftermath of perverted kinghood (Die) By moonlight two shadows that shine Arms and legs hugged by vines (Doom) Its branches are knotted round the sun Setting pale on the foggy courtyard (Slay) Silhouetted against crossing spears (They were) hanged by the Cavalier Hanging They stand against my sight Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright As my chest opens wide Hanging I see their corpses clinging Half hooded in disguise Their shapes I recognize They hang On the grey oak they swing Ponder So many miles I wandered I roamed without an aim I fought men without name To reach this hanging tree As I revealed their pale glass eyes Too late I realized As I unveiled the hood There they stood My love (and) my daughter Hanging They stand against my sight Oh the eyes can now see clear and bright And I just want to die They hang from the hanging tree on morrow Their necks have cracked and my heart turned black Hanging I see their corpses clinging Half hooded in disguise Their shapes I recognize They hang On the grey oak they swing Ponder So many miles I wandered I roamed without an aim I fought men without name To reach this hanging tree Half hooded in disguise Their shapes I recognize As they hang on the hanging tree