An immense concourse gathered for the spectacle The condemned swinging by their throats Convulsing gallows pole marionettes Gradually asphyxiated Dangling like dead fruit on the Tyburn tree A baying hoard ravaged with disease Storming the scaffold, blood-lust stampede Scurrying like the rats that infect them The sick lurch forward to wipe their sores with the d**h sweat of the deceased Bathing their festering lesions Plague vultures descend and scavenge for their blessings Seeking fortune in the strangled remains The coveted hempen caudle and anodyne necklace An amulet to the infected The spoils of execution