Wrathful Spirit

Worst of them all

Strung up in the Fall

Of the year 1862

No magistrate ever knew

Killing was his game

They said he was insane

Nobody forgave him for what he did

They slammed closed the lid

Buried him in an unmarked grave

What a way to behave

Now in the place where he died

No-one has ever cried

But the tale has been told

Of how his soul was sold

To Lucifer beneath our world

Wrath and torment now unfold

Go to this place at your peril

Because you may meet the Devil !