The wolf's laugh eerie cracks the humid night air   The rabbit freezes the box in his lair   The owl hoots shrilly searching the dark   The moon white fangs through the trees tall and stark   Who would emerge on a night like this   Who would loose his bonds and greet the air with a hiss   The battered Christian bows his head in despair   The crown of sharp thorns revealed 'neath his hair   His scrawny body worn thin by the trial   Stands taut and painful on the pilgrim's last mile   A million fleshy things converge upon the spot   His eyes retort the atmosphere is hot   Aah   The wolf sniffs ivory fanged he bristles up his spine   The fox smiles knowingly but dares not step out of line   Through the twisting crashing silence the broken Christian creeps   Each footstep like a thunderclap amongst the trunky deeps   No bird makes sound no creature moves to break the gripping air   And the Christian he raises his hands up to his mouth for a   Whisper he cannot dare   La-la-la-la-laa...      The Christian wakes trembling with sweat   The cell's dark walls stony and wet   Metallic echoes as the bolts are drawn back   The door swings inward dull light through the crack   The jailer looks indifferent to him   A routine morning martyr's death for him   A misty cold sad morning greets the Christian's haggard grin   The rope is slung and the noose is tied and the Christian's neck is thin   The block is raised he stands erect the rope beneath his chin   They pull the block and the Christian drops he hangs above the sin