Villain, when the word is spoken, And your chains at last are broken When the gibbet's chilling shade Ceases darkly to enfold you,
And the angel who enrolled you As a master of the trade Of assassination sadly Blots the record he has made,
And your name and title paints In the calendar of saints; When the devils, dancing madly In the midmost Hell, are very
Multitudinously merry — Then beware, beware, beware!— - Nemesis is everywhere! You shall hear her at your back,
And, your hunted visage turning, Fancy that her eyes are burning Like a tiger's on your track! You shall hear her in the breeze
Whispering to summer trees. You shall hear her calling, calling To your spirit through the storm When the giant billows form
And the splintered lightning, falling Down the heights of Heaven, appalling, Splendors all the tossing seas! On your bed at night reclining,
Stars into your chamber shining As they roll around the Pole, None their purposes divining, Shall appear to search your soul,
And to gild the mark of Cain That burns into your tortured brain! And the dead man's eyes shall ever Meet your own wherever you,
Desperate, shall turn you to, And you shall escape them never! By your heritage of guilt; By the blood that you have spilt;
By the Law that you have broken; By the terrible red token That you bear upon your brow; By the awful sentence spoken
And irrevocable vow Which consigns you to a living Death and to the unforgiving Furies who avenge your crime
Through the periods of time; By that dread eternal doom Hinted in your future's gloom, As the flames infernal tell
Of their power and perfection In their wavering reflection On the battlements of Hell; By the mercy you denied,
I condemn your guilty soul In your body to abide, Like a serpent in a hole!
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