The graceful arcs and curled green stems From the Don's vineyards weave Throughout much of the valley In the charming old world Port side Italian town Known for its wines, Women, Religious And scandals. Most of its former residents know Of the evil and the secrets But they do not speak of The horrible truth. The black ex-military fortress At the top of the mountain That generation after generation Has been home to Men and women of All walks of life Devoted and committed to the Study and life Where they're wedded eternally to Christ. The Don and his wife had Five beautiful daughters And like other faithful in town Pledged one of them to the citadel's nunnery. His four oldest daughters Married and had hordes of children Leaving his youngest to Fulfill her parent's promise To become a nun. Yet the youngest daughter Was far from saintly She was waywardly wild With loose moral and Had her share of men. On her 21st birthday the Don Took his sinful daughter to the Citadel where she'd Take her holy vows but Deep within the dark citadel of shadows and sin She committed by engaging in Intimate and carnal knowledge with A newly ordained young priest, Resulting in a child. Word of their sin Spread like wildfire Embarrassing the Church and the Don As the child grew up, Townspeople realized the baby Was not a boon from heaven but From heaven that resulted in Murder and mayhem Destroying everything except the vineyard That now produces Thorns and poisoned Fruits and wines Or chokes killing Any living thing. To the moral of this tale Listen well Breaking vows to God or His commands By failing to keep Your promises and pledges to Him Will surely find you Damned to Hell.