At Home In The Mire

Here in my hand is a statement of fact

From a witness beyond reach of time

It alludes to Sir Hugo of Baskerville Hall

And his cold unforgivable crimes

A man of foul humour, his temper was legend

His treatment was rough to the servants and peasants

But his judgement time came on Michaelmas eve

In so violent a way that few could believe.....

Torn to the bone by the seed of his vanity

Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity

Stared in the face of the nightmare before him

No one to call to, no one to save him from

Fear and pain - The blindness of terror

Agonised screams that would echo forever

Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell

Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville down

Sir Hugo was drawn to a girl who lived near

His feelings, however, were not so returned

So he and some friends of a like disposition

Abducted the wench for their clumsy seduction

They laughed as their conquest was locked in a room

They drank themselves mad as she waited her doom

But driven by fear of their shouts in the night

She climbed down the wall and ran for her life.....

Torn to the bone by the seeds of his vanity

Tatters and shreds from the greed and depravity

Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell

Death by the creature from Hell

Hugo gave chase with his friends far behind

Crossing the moor on his own

He was angry and mean with revenge on his mind

Crossing the moor on his own

He found the girl crumpled, dead from fatigue

She lay there but not on her own

As he turned he was met by two red blazing eyes

It was here on the moor

Here on the moor

Here on the moor that he died

Dead on the ground lies Sir Charles, torn and battered

Crumpled and bloody, in shreds and in tatters

Wide staring eyes from the nightmare before him

No one to call to, no one to save him from

Fear and pain - blindness of terror

Agonised screams that will echo forever

Death by the Hound that was sent out from Hell

Death by the Hound that had hunted the Baskerville down