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On a dark night

Steer clear of his sight

The baron is itching to kill

Cast out and criticized

The natives don't realize

The rivers of blood he has spilled

From behind the walls

Tortured victims call

If you see his face

Its already too late

The villagers are warned

The castle is dawned

With heads of his victims on spears

The caretakers wife

Is the last one to die

His passion for killing's revealed

Betrayed by a witch

Who was burned to death

Before she is killed

The curse is unveiled

Lynch mob at his gate

United by their hate

They beat he baron dead

His victims get revenge