Teeth of the Hanged

I am leaving my frail body just now,
And I'm feeling, that I am used-to-be.
Once in hundred years I take a bow
On a scaffold, a carnifex cripples me.

I was crucified in the Empire Rome.
In Europe of the Inquisition I was aflame.
Witches hunted for me in my funeral home.
My teeth went up in price. Bad name...
What a shame!

A beauty came into the hypogeum
And stuck her sharp finger nails in my teeth.
May be she whispered her infernal Te Deum.
I heard her laugh. She was again full of pith.

With every moment of alchemic affair
I try to call back unclouded days.
But I feel only this bad chilly air.
My mind is moving off to deep space.

I was crucified in the Empire Rome.
In Europe of the Inquisition I was aflame.
Witches hunted for me in my funeral home.
My teeth went up in price. Bad name...
What a shame!