LYRIC FOR SALE

By Thorsten Gabriel

He hangs there from a tree
With his head inside a noose
His gaze no longer follows us
I go deep into my thoughts
It was a long time ago
When I look up again
There stands a tree
And on that tree hangs a man
His head inside the noose
With empty eyes
Staring blankly at me

I turn my head aside
And there stands a second tree
Dangling from it is a woman
In a white dress
With a silent smile
In her head a dark hole
Was she shot with a gun
And then hanged up high
The wind moves her dress
But her smile remains

Next to the woman grows a third tree
From above he looks down at me
The rope around his neck
His eyes tightly closed
A knife is stuck in his chest
An older man with a beard
A rigid stare
A story without words

What has happened here
In this forest of the hanged
People hanging from the branches
Ropes whispering in the wind
The young and the old
Women and men
The trees know what
No one tells anymore

Not a single step further will I go
I seek the way out
From this graveyard of wood
By day no one saw the dead
But in the darkness
They show their face
With the dim light came the goosebumps
I found the way out
And set up a sign
Danger the forest of the hanged

What has happened here
In this forest of the hanged
The night shows its shadows
The ropes sing in the wind
The young and the old
Women and men
The trees whisper what
The villages conceal

Strange things have happened here
The villages kept silent
They said the forest calls the children
Voices in the dark
Darkening the hearts
Drew them onto the paths
Until they met at midnight
At the hangman's tree

What has happened here
In this forest of the hanged
The night calls their names
The ropes whisper in the wind
The young and the old
Women and men
The trees remember
Until the morning conceals them