The Devil's Own

The night is dark and cold

The strong winds and the rain

Crack the branches upon my window

The devil beats his drum

Casting out his spell

Dragging all his own down into hell



The ticking of the clock

Inexorably goes on

The howling of the stray souls of heaven

The treasures of the cove

Where the traders stored their gold

Echo voices still dead to the world



Underneath the vine

Shaded by the leaves

I still hold you close to me

Beneath the open stars

Beneath the pillows and the sheets

I still hold you dear to me



The ticking of the clock

Surely sunrise won't be long

When darkness hides inside it's own shadow

The devil beats his drum

Casting out his name

Dragging all his own down into shame


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