--Beware of the manifest indication
for man himself shall know damnation...


All alone I sit here in this jail cell
Welcome to my world, a living hell.

I feel their hatred running thick in the air
Crazed town-people screaming everywhere.

Hang-ropes and whiskey, this is my fate
My time's running short, the hour is late.

A girl was found in my barn--Murdered she was
But I didn't do it--No, I wasn't the cause.

The law wouldn't help, no one listen to me
From my cell I was taken, strung up in a tree.

My house was set on fire, the town watched it go down
My family trapped inside, screaming their last sound.

With my last breath, I whispered that terrible verse
With my last breath, I called down a terrible curse.

--By the breath of vengeance comes the abomination
say goodbye to the righteous and hello to damnation.

I was burned to ash and buried outside of town
No prayers, no marker, a forgotten dirt mound.

Black clouds rolled in bringing down the rain
Hell followed suit in the wake of disdain.

The rain and the ash became one with the mud
It arose from the ground with a hunger for blood.

No help was in sight as the beast went bloody wild
Death came calling for every man, woman and child.

Screaming and gun-fire echoed all around
Body parts and entrails covered the ground.

And at dawn it began, the town was on fire
It rose rather quickly, a giant orange pyre.

When the sun finally rose nothing much remained
But the shameful dead and the evil that reigned.

--We pray to the heavens for hope and salvation
yet we turn from the truth down the road to damnation.

Made of ash and mud the beast walked away
The sun hardened its' body like fire dried clay.

It stumbled and cracked and fell apart in the sand
Then turned into dust and became one with the land.

It blew to the sight of the death of my family
Where the rage ensued from all the calamity.

The wind and dust erupted, encompassing this land
It rose to the roof of the sky, the funnel was grand.

Everything before was erased from existence
And the area returned to a land of consistence.

A charred piece of rope still hung from that tree
A reminder of all the insanity.

The only remnants are five graves and a tombstone
A man and his family, their names are unknown.

--The entire town paid for my indignation
now I walk alone in the land of damnation.