The Curse of the Wraydons
Cold eyes, open wide, mean smile
Spitting flames, silent scream, in the dark
Scared to death, paralysed
Vanished in the blackest night
Spring-heeled jack has come to drive you mad
Horror tale, a legend of ancient times
Fallen into oblivion, long ago
Devil's child or macabre rogue
A mystery unrevealed
Spring-heeled jack has come to drive you mad