He'd kept his craft confined to the night
We're subdued by sleep
We hate to wake up
He catalogued and counted his kills
Divided the dead
And suddenly stopped
Prompted by the heat of July, the sweat on his skin beaded and fell
He'd never prayed a day in his life because, man what's the point when you've been promised to Hell?
There's something to be said for the crowd, which gathered and grew and erupted into song
He smiled as he toye with the noose and took up their words:
"Oh, It won't be long."
The tune collapsed and the mob ceased their song, confused and in awe of a monster trained to sing
The hangman tightened up and leaned in and offered the man a chance to speak before he'd swing
He cried out:
"Men and monsters both make mistakes,
But for every man who cries or begs for time enough to grieve,
you'll find a million more monsters like me who will like our wounds and laugh when we leave."
Okay, here are the lyrics from the book:
He'd kept his craft confined to the night We're subdued by sleep We hate to wake up He catalogued and counted his kills Divided the dead And suddenly stopped
Prompted by the heat of July, the sweat on his skin beaded and fell He'd never prayed a day in his life because, man what's the point when you've been promised to Hell?
There's something to be said for the crowd, which gathered and grew and erupted into song He smiled as he toye with the noose and took up their words:
"Oh, It won't be long."
The tune collapsed and the mob ceased their song, confused and in awe of a monster trained to sing The hangman tightened up and leaned in and offered the man a chance to speak before he'd swing
He cried out:
"Men and monsters both make mistakes, But for every man who cries or begs for time enough to grieve, you'll find a million more monsters like me who will like our wounds and laugh when we leave."
And then the trapdoor released.