The hangman’s noose
Swayed above my neck
At the deaths door I waited
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal sin I committed
On a dark, cloudy, moonless night
I killed my own daughter
With my bare hands
And I saved my darling daughter
From the clutches of this evil world
She was pale in color
With a twinkle in her eye
And she was smiling broadly
Revealing dimples on both sides
Never had I seen such a lovely lass
So very meek and mild
And yet I killed her
In the midst of the forest
In the darkness of the night.
Never did she utter a single word
Never did she utter a cry
And there lay my child
So pure and innocent
On her way to Paradise
Yes! I punished her, my innocent daughter
For she made the mistake of being a girl
She was born in a land
Where girls are weighed
With the tons of dowry they bring.
A land where large vultures
Will swoop down on her
And feast upon her
As if she was some sumptuous meat.
Yes! I confess, I killed my own daughter
For she had no right to live
In this cruel world
Full of crime and sin.
And now my daughter
Awaits me in the other world
And I have to take leave
For she is quite lonely
And I have nobody to grieve.
And so when the King of East
Removed his crown
And the clock struck six,
I journeyed to the land of the dead
For I had made the confession
Of the brutal crime I did.
