The night is dark and cold
Crack the branches upon my window
The devils beats his drum
The strong winds and the rain
Casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down in hell
The ticking of the clock
The howling of the stray souls of heaven
The treasures of the cove
Inexorably goes on
Where the traders stored their gold
Echo voices still dead to the world
Shaded by the leaves
Beneath the open stars
Underneath the vine
I still hold you dear to me
I still hold you close to me
Beneath the pillows and the sheets
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
