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A special place in hell
The devil sits upon his throne
In the fiery pits of hell
He casts his eye over his special place
While he beats an ominous bell.

Surrounded by pure evil
In a wicked witches lair
Her head adorned with a ponytail
From Tam O`shanter`s mare.

Witches warlocks and goblins
Demons and the likes
Make a noise that would make your blood curdle
With an evil skirl of pipes.

Jack the Rippers in the corner
With his bloody pound of flesh
With Sawney Beans children
In a rabid children’s crèche.

In an endless fight for fresh blood
The Ripper swings away
Tearing Sawney`s torso
Till his face is dead and grey.

The children jump on the Rippers back
As they beat him down with stones
Their hands pressed tight on his screaming mouth 
As they gnaw his bloodied bones.

Burke and Hare dig all day long 
In an endless shallow grave
Yearning for some peace 
 Their tortured souls do crave.


Haunted by the ghosts
Who long to watch them writhe
As they throw them in their own grave 
And bury them alive.

Twenty one cadavers
Surround wicked Mary Ann Cotton
Poisoned by her own hand
Their bodies all lie rotten.

She makes a pot of arsenic soup
In her own wee room in hell
And the children force it down her throat
As they watch her stomach swell.

She`s doubled over in terrible pain
But her victims think it`s funny
As they move her pot from the burning stove
And burn all Mary`s money.

Sweeny Todd is strapped to his chair 
Where he`ll whimper and he`ll cower
His heads pulled back and they cut his throat
And they do it every hour.

Mrs Lovett lets a scream
As she cooks her lovers eye`s
Body parts and finger nails 
As she`s force fed her own pies.

They get out for a day each year
To haunt where once they came
They groan deep in the shadows 
As they feel their earthly pain.


Purgatory in this special place
It never goes away
The pain and torture for evil ones
Is an endless loop each day.

Satan smiles an evil smile
As he as he leaves these tortured tombs
But there`s no rest for the wicked
As the devil has many rooms.

Hundreds of innocent women 
All patiently wait their turn
They stoke the fires of hell
And their accusers they will burn.

Witch witch burn the witch
Before they met their doom
Lies and accusations
Spun on the churches loom.

Magistrates and judges
Hear the cries of liar liar
They are bound beaten then garrotted
Then cast upon the fire.

You’ll be bound here for eternity
In a putrid stinking hole
Your cries and screams will go unheard 
As the devil claims your soul.

So live a life you’re proud of 
And try to live it well
Or the Satan will keep a place for you
In a special room in hell.

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