Povelgia

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies For a grave so they shipped the sick and Suffering away to a little venison island called Povelgia...screams could be heard across The foggy water to the mainland in mass Hysteria...well and those blood curdling Screams can still be heard from the Angry spirits that now haunt the small Island of Povelgia...they should of never Dared the devil by building an asylum There on the blood stained soil where They carried out monstrous acts in The name of science but there's nothing Like a pissed off ghost and so anyone Who dares to set foot on Povelgia are Never heard from again but you can still Hear their screams across the foggy water And the smell of rotting flesh in the Wind so sayeth the venison...Povelgia Is a damned island!