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