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There's a place by the woods, Up on the hill, Lookin' over at the Levy, |
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It's hidden away, a secret den, just outside Dublin City, |
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A house of sin and debauchery for many a year gone by, |
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Women', Drinkin', Gamblin', Ah anything you might try, |
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Oh welcome to The Hellfire Club, |
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The Hellfire Club. |
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The story goes that on one night a game of cards was played, |
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A-knock of the door and entered in a man of wealth in spades, |
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He stayed and played one hell of a game, but when one card fell loose, |
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Upon bendin' down, the player saw, the stranger's feet were hooves, |
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Oh welcome to The Hellfire Club, |
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The Hellfire Club, |
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The Devil's at the head of the table, |
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Don't run 'cause you won't be able, |
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If you enter, you'll never leave, |
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Your soul you'll never retrieve. |
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Another one goes, that a farmer boy went to sneak a peek, |
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Curiosity got a hold-a him, his self control was weak, |
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He was found and suddenly dragged inside, and when he reappeared, |
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His hair was white, with the fright, he was deaf and dumb with fear. |
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Oh welcome to The Hellfire Club, |
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The Hellfire Club, |
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I said, "Yeah, welcome to The Hellfire Club, |
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The Hellfire Club," |
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They said, "Que tu voudras," |
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They said, "Do what you want," |
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They said, "Que tu voudras," |
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At The Hellfire Club. |
