David Skeet - Virtue Triumphs (Prologue) lyrics

I offer you this pa**ion play By my declining wit in these dimming days For your merriment! For your enlightenment ! Where the Devil, bedeviled by the demanding damned, Forgets my lover's idle hands And with evil absent she suddenly Grows drunk on a drop of integrity ! When the Devil is not in the mood Virtue is triumphant! When the Devil is not in the mood Virtue triumphs! We do our best when we do naught Yet our lungs breathe life to lofty thought: We'd never steal what is nailed fast Or tell a lie if no one asks Behold these angels of love and trust Above all malice. Above all lust Oh sweet salvation, we avoid temptation When temptation avoids us!