Team Sleep Tomb Of Liegia

In 1969

I killed a man of mine

In a small montana town

I was hunted down by hounds

Hear the light has cried

Their voices dry and hollow

Hear the crowd cheer

They cheer me to the gallows

In 1985

I was doing time alive

I made a plan to escape

And live as the lady of the lake

Hear the crowd of ghosts

Their voices dry and holow

Can’t you hear their calls?

They cheer me to the gallows

1995

Was the year I came up for trial

I listened to his song

And watched the sun make the shadows long

Hear the light have cried

His voices is dry and hollow

Hear the crowd call

They cheer me to the gallows

Hear the light called

His voices is dry and follow

Hear the light have called

In a voice that’s hollow