Hill End, 1850
In repose upon the porch touched by evening breeze
Awaiting your graceless footsteps and the shudders they conceive
I foresee torment by your hand once feared would never cease
Yet there's knowledge I possess that now delivers peace
How do I know you're bound for hell?
For I cast the spell
I was but a girl when we wed many years afore
You a respected gentleman immersed in church and law
Then you shed your skin and surveyed innocence disturbed
But your whiskey sodden breaths be numbered mark my words
How do I know you're bound for hell?
For I cast the spell
Eyes of bat And a rattle snake's tongue
Fruit of the vine and a rodents lung
The forgiveness that you beg is absent I do fear
Your weeping is a wonderous symphony to my ears
There is but one destination for you that I yearn
I'll bless these righteous flames and motherf*cker you shall burn
How do I know you're bound for hell?
For I cast the spell