I was working in a shop, Selling coffee in the heart of the town, And the Duke would come by with the apple of his eye, But this fruit had a taste for the bad, She liked cash, but wrinkles didn't match, Her addiction to pleasures of flesh, And when Duke found us bedded, he ordered the sheriff, To kindly relieve me my head
Come all hallows eve, I'll be coming for you. Come all hallows eve, you better bar those shutters I will return with Claws that burn I'll see your pretty mension tum it into a furnace Come all hallows eve.
The axe fell, expecting to find hell With surprise I materialised! In the Crowd stood there watching this brutal Beheading. Like carrion crow to thier prize The Duke cheered and audience revered His devotion to all that was tust But my ghost was away .. the streets all ... With a plan to make rich boy combust