do you remember the bridge the bridge that was standing in ruin do you remember the sign demons and witches were doing they say it s a bad place they say it s a magic place deep down under the soil of this unholy land deep down under the roots of a tree they have damned it s the old oak hanging tree it s the old oak hanging tree nothing will grow in the ground the old oak is killing it all if you are ever around beware of the oak and its charm it s the old oak hanging tree it s the old oak hanging tree the old oak might make you blind the old oak might trick your eyes hypnotized it s a bad sign when the autumn comes and the leaves are gone oh it s a bad sign the oak must feed in order to breed bad sign bad sign it s a bad sign when the autumn comes and the leaves are gone it s a nightmare found i wonder what made this magic tree so hang with me hang with the hangman another season in another century hang with me hang with the hangman blood from the madmen we hung in that tree blood to the ground blood to the roots red all around the old oak deep into the ground they buried them indians of ancient times saw it as a holy shrine can you believe sacrificing their own must have been a mighty god to receive a gift of life all the people must have known happiness would come if sown can you believe sacrificing their own the old oak might make you blind the old oak might trick your eyes hypnotized no don t hang with me as i go back to the old oak tree1