[Verse 1]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

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