Round the Bend

Round the Bend
 
 
Buried deep in Devil’s Canyon rests a town named, Round the Bend.
Born of secrets, desecration—townsfolk there enjoyed their sin.
Fornication—loud and dirty—in the streets, was seen and heard.
Education was forsaken—as was God’s own Holy Word.
 

Holy Bibles were forbidden, no religion could there be.
Vigilante law rode roughshod—doled out harsh, quite painfully.
Mayhem was so commonplace—a day in desert paradise.
 Some men turned to theft and murder just to glean a paltry prize.
 

The Farrell Gang, them evil boys, they surely wuz the worst.
Them townsfolk, they would all harangue–they'd kill to quench their thirst.
Their bloodlust knew no rivals in that tiny desert town.
You crossed their path–evoked their wrath–they’d surely put you down.
 

A Man in Black rode into town, a fella no one knew.
To the saloon to knock’em down—decide what he would do.
Some sullied patrons soon spoke out, “You wanna wind up dead?
Then git back on yer horse, son, we're about to take yer head.”
 

The Man in Black, he never flinched, not a single muscle moved.
Without so much as glancing back, he seemed so calm, so smooth.
Inside him, fiery hatred burned for each nasty Farrel Boy.
Storms churned within, their foolish sin, he would gladly soon destroy.

 
“You look a might familiar, friend,” Jeb Farrel soon exclaimed.
"If you’re comin’ here to do us in, I’m a’feared, it’s all in vain.
Unlike you Gus, we like a fuss, so stop ‘fore you begin.
You’d best go on, just turn around—'cause you cain't never win."
 

The skies grew dark, the town's dogs barked, then howled, as if in pain.
The man in black took two steps back as ev’ry corded vein
bulged from his neck, folks hit the deck, as fire fell from the skies.
That Man in Black, to their surprise, shot flames from coal black eyes!
 
 
The Farrel bunch, they had no hunch, just who this dark man was.
The town burned down, dead all around, quite simply, just because,
all those within in that putrid place were nothin’ but pure evil.
As all the wickedness they’d sown was wiped out by the Devil.
 

The Dark Man sneered, dire demons cheered, he ruled now, once again.
Sin, death and hate–things shunned and feared–restored his evil reign.
Some say, should you stray, near to where those townsfolk lie there waitin’,
you’ll feel the fate of Round the Bend, a town too vile for Satan.