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