Let me walk a while down Gallows Alley
Mesmerized, alone, behold a sadder me
I am the voices lost, I am the voices passed
I am the king down Gallows Alley
I am the foul ones who wintered — I hold the dead inside [?]
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there in the night
Come walk beside me now, it’s not so strange
The fall into the grasp of the fellows feigned
And to be the voices lost, you know we must be fast
Let’s stay a while down Gallows Alley
I am the foul ones who wintered
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there in the night
Come see into those eyes of fire
Who goes at midnight ride with a fire eyed
I am the foul ones who wintered
And I grow fire in my eyes
Am I the minister who dwells there
