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It shall to nobody be a surprise

That one day I, the hangman, shall also die

In my hands the prisoners cry

Though I hate none with despise

I carry out this bloody work not for my entertainment

But to fulfil and satisfy the slated judgment

But just within me, it augurs no well

For I feel my ways condemn me to hell

Many souls have departed from me

For they never cross my quarters alive

But I can feel their painful tears and presence

At their feet swearing a thousand oaths of vengeance

I pray to thee, o souls, to forgive my deeds

Because of the shed blood from what I have seen.