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