Suspended like petrified branchesDusty stone blistered in stale air
Creeps like dawna winter storm
They electrocuted him herehe was alone
Clawed his name a stone testament
Bleeding fingers grip this rusted tomb
Resounding from the cries, air stifles then stills
Silent now and savouring a righteous kill
Criminal how they gathered at the fringe
Singled out him, stamping feet
Clenching teeth shaking fists in the wind
Ice air returning to the river
Ebbs and flows
In blood, exile
Ice air returns
Back to the river
Course already run
Blood ebbs and flows
Melting this ice
And damning their souls
This blood's on your hands
In blood, exile.
