Your northern soul,
so filthy and so corrupt,
the noose wrapped so tight around the throat.
And those sweaty palms,
that lay upon the corpse like a call to arms
Albert shows no reprieve
Her pretty eyes, dangerous and deluded led to his demise and
for each man and woman hung
The Last Hangman's morality sung
Take 'em to the stocks
and leave them to rot
Help the Poor Struggler's last orders ring
Pierrepoint's code of right and what's wrong clash and they cling.
Here sails the ship of
The Hangman's legacy
Heading just north of the port of moral reclamation –
Albert Pierrepoint's desired destination.