Devil Smiled

Axe on the head

Fourteen chops ahead

Walls in blood red

On the floor she bled.

Give it a good shout

Don’t keep it in doubt

Give it one more clout

Till her life goes out.

Hear the horns of hell

I heard him tell

This is what he sell

My soul and my cell.

Relief but defiled

I shalt be exiled

“Well done my child”

The Devil smiled.