The Devil’s Book

     There she goes, far off an away

    To a land that leaves no warmth upon her cheek

    In a world of full of sorrow and all that is grey

            Once in a world of light she lived, never suffering a sorrowful day

            Though due to her deeds and wicked schemes, her life is now bleak

        There she goes, far off an away

             To a land underneath the dirt and decay,

            Beneath the tomb and beneath the grave, where she will never creak 

        In a world of full of sorrow and all that is grey

               Now there she lives, so fully betrayed

                          By what she thought was a good bargain made

                  There she goes, far off an away 

                       So there near the dust and bones she is today

                  Now so timid and meek

                    In a world of full of sorrow and all that is grey

             So once she sat near that pretty old bay

                 Once so strong and now so weak

                   There she goes, far off an away

                             In a world of full of sorrow and all that is grey