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