Eban Post was pale as a ghost but his eyes were black and cold
He'd done with pity and he'd done with love for Eban Post was old
Two-hundred years he'd milked men's fears then picked them to the bone
Saying d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
The three men on the mountain cried, "We vow to see you dead."
But Eban Post through it only laughed. He cackled and he said,
"Two-hundred men have sworn my end yet here I stand alone!
For d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own."
d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
Then out of the sky came a d**hly cry and a shadow rushing down
And it smashed the men and it plucked old Eban Post from off the ground
And he jeered with glee at the dying three and he answered every moan,
"d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own"
d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
Old Eban Post cackled at the wrecks of the men below
And he laughed again but stopped for then he felt the bird let go
And he gave a cry but the bird let fly and dashed him to the stone
For d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
d**h is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own
And the devil will acclaim his own