God
The Hanger
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In the realm of shadows, where darkness prevails,
There's a floating eye, a God whose presence entails,
With a gaze so piercing, black as the night,
The Hanger, the watcher, in eternal sight.
(Chorus)
Oh, behold The Hanger, the eye of the abyss,
Surrounded by black fog, a sight you can't dismiss,
With a gaze that chills, and a presence so grim,
The Hanger, the enigma, where light grows dim.
(Verse 2)
In the depths of despair, where secrets reside,
The Hanger emerges.
