I Hung My Heart On Harrow Square (Vulture Industries)

The cart carrying the damned came rolling at a steady pace On it a sorry, defeated lot, carried through the morning haze Three men and two women, en route to their doom To die by my hands, before the clock struck noon I hung my heart on Harrow square Laid that noose around her neck and strung her up there With a steady gracious stride, she climbed the scaffold stairs Begged me to be quick and clean, then shed one single tear This god-like, glorious thing served to an ungodly end Foreordained at our only meet, a lot for which I'll spend... ...hours tormented through ages repent My one true loss of that lover I sent To fire and brimstone to torment and flame To face the beyond without knowing her name Forgive me my dear your devout murderer A broken down pauper in grave disrepair Forgive me oh dearest I solemnly swear That time's long gone when I last stood here... ... with that awful plight on Harrow square To lay that noose around your neck and string you up there I hung my heart on Harrow square Lay that noose around her neck and strung her up there