Povelgia

Black Death plaque but too many dead bodies

For a grave so they shipped the sick and

Suffering away to a little venison island called

Povelgia...screams could be heard across

The foggy water to the mainland in mass

Hysteria...well and those blood curdling

Screams can still be heard from the

Angry spirits that now haunt the small

Island of Polgeria...they should of never

Dared the devil by building an asylum

There on the blood stained soil where

They carried out monstrous acts in

The name of science but there's nothing

Like a pissed off ghost and so anyone

Who dares to set foot on Povelgia are

Never heard from again but you can still

Hear their screams across the foggy water

And the smell of rotting flesh in the

Wind so sayeth the venison...Povelgia

Is a damned island!