The Devil seed
Was sowed and born
Far across the stream
Neath the weeds and thorns
It could find no shelter
It could find no home
Neath the yellow moon, or the golden sun
Smell the blood
On the devil flower
Brings the evil moon
And evil power
If it should live, where would it grow
Neath the golden sun, the winter snow
Born again, dark November
Feel in chill, come late December
Our mother winter
Shines her soul
In the moon, when it's dark and cold