Uploaded March 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago

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Don't Ask track 13. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs.
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Lyrics:

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, “Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death 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 would only laugh. He cackled and he said,
“Two hundred men have sworn my end, yet here I stand alone!
For death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.”

Then out of the sky came a deathly 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,
“Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death 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 he 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 death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own.
Death is dark and Hell is deep and the devil takes care of his own,
And the devil will claim his own.