Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin,

Always turn your back on him

With the wind you go, and still I dream

Of your spirit leading you back home
I would give my gifts to you
Grow your garden, watch it all


The light in your eyes, an angel of dark
Lighting to ease the shadow side

Hearts will grow, though having to bend
Leaving behind all things in the end...


Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin,

Always turn your back on him

On him

On him