Born after civil war
Daniel Robitaille was son of slaves
was an artist
A rich farmer asked him
To picture his daughter

they fell in love
She got pregnant
Her father sent many after him
They've got him and cutted off his hand
With a rusty razor
And spilled all the honey of the hive
Over his bloody body
the watchers ran away
When the bees came to take his life away

He died for love

His resurrection became a tale
And grew'till he become a legend
Say his name five times in front of a mirror
And he appears, a hook replaces his hand
His eyes show pain and suffering
and bees fly over his lips

He died for love