Come a vision cold up holy mountain
Hear my memory so dear
My once and only love forsaken
Still is whispering in my ear
And oh, to give this heart once more
Without resistance, in spite of fear
I shan't boast or once deny my ghosts
So help me god, the devil is real
In my dream I see it from a distance
O'er the shoulder, between the trees
From which of late I've been surrounded
Going nowhere
But oh, to taste the fruit of labor
To reap the harvest, to be so near
I love you more with every passing moment
So help me god, the devil is real
May the future serve as my confession
May we never speak its name
May the earth rejoice with imperfection
May it never be in vain
May we always recognize transgressions
May we think before we feel
May we not be lead into temptation
So help me god, the devil is real