On a dark night Steer clear of his sight The baron is itching to kill Cast out and criticized The natives don't realize The rivers of blood he has spilled From behind the walls Tortured victims call If you see his face Its already too late The villagers are warned The castle is dawned With heads of his victims on spears The caretakers wife Is the last one to die His passion for killing's revealed Betrayed by a witch Who was burned to death Before she is killed The curse is unveiled Lynch mob at his gate United by their hate They beat he baron dead His victims get revenge