The Hanged Man Songtext
von Moonspell

Put your arms around my neck
Like a pathetic lace of death
Displays like a tarot deck
I am the card of the hanged man

And here I stand
With a flame on my hand
Do you understand?

If there is hope for me
She is flirting with the breeze
On a peculiar choreography
With the dead arms of some old southern tree

Silently
Lips sealed against me
Silently


And it makes you wanna know
If in all the stories, the truth is really told
And it makes you wanna reborn
And like a snake crawl, every warm season into a different form

Put your lace around my face
Just like a fairytale
Through the blank of my closed eyes
You can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know (makes you wanna know)
How deep have you truly flown
And it makes you wanna ride (makes you wanna ride)
Through the fake suicide of someone already dead inside

And it makes you wanna disclaim (makes you wanna disclaim)
Something you had really never learnt
And it makes you wanna stay (makes you wanna stay)
Forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

′Cause here I stand
To understand
Violently
I have you with me