Wolves at the door, they howl through the night
Shadows that figure and give quite a fright
Fingers that point, you are guilty, they say
The judge and jury have had their day
Black chains rattle loud as he's led to the cell
For this is home where for years he will dwell
Heinous crimes committed, lives he stole
Life must mean life, beyond parole
Deranged, crazy, for things he has done
Leaving fatherless his only son
Repent at leisure, perhaps rot in hell
Curse his reaction to where they fell
