In the shadows of the city, where the streetlights flicker low,
A tale unfolds on twisted roads, where the vengeful spirits go.
Echoes of the past, haunting every bend,
Revenge Hills, where broken hearts don't mend.

Through the mist of sorrow, under moonlit chills,
The wind carries whispers, up the Revenge Hills.
Ghosts of memories, linger in the air,
A symphony of pain, a soul laid bare.

Revenge Hills, where the heartache dwells,
In the silence of the night, hear the tolling bells.
Bitter winds blow through the trees,
In Revenge Hills, where the wounded find release.

Footsteps on the gravel, echoes in the dark,
A journey of redemption, fueled by a spark.