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