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On a hill stands a jail
And no book is through it rambled
Talk and doing on men side
But then those who stay here
Blood runs down the walls
In rooms by them shared
Evil doing and pined death
In them are wise
Burned here
Burned here
In cold chains
What a hard week is
Days by days changing
Death is running the pace
Evil doing and pined death
Sermon flared on the wise
He who err wrong, always
Outside a storm raging
The family wrong inside
Only to die
Murdered
Murdered
Murdered
Murdered