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 its own shadow

The Devil beats his drum, casting out his name

Dragging all his own down into shame