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.