Hell have no fury like a scorned woman
Hell is the place to stay for those of the damned
A vacation, never ending Summer for the wicked
I to am fond of Summer, for the blazing summer's sky
The endless heat that scorns one flesh
Yes, I to love the heat,
My wicked ways have been viewed
Now I to have a name on my new Summer's home
My question to you little ol' fool
Will you come for this vacation or will I drag you to the underground
doom?
Hell have no fury like a scorned woman
But do you my little one
Have the heart of a wicked one?
I've seen many in my time of shame
But I've never seen the underground flame
So I ask of this from I to you
I to have the horns
But do you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem