Lyrics

In dense dark forests and graveyards of old,
In dark damp houses, rooms empty and cold,
From still wet caves, deep inside the earth,
In fires which crackle, hot in the hearth,

Making winds scream and howl,
While clouds fill the skys,
And all he can use, to confuse and disguise,

The debts to the devil,
Are debts of the dead,
The debts to the devil,
Are written blood red
The debts to the devil
Are debts of the dead
The debts to the devil

The rich cannot tell,
Of hell pacts they signed,
The contracts with ol’ nick
They thought would not bind.

When nick has marked you, don’t think he forgets.
He returns when youre dying,
To settle all debts.

Chorus.

The asylums are full of those,
Them that have seen
The horns of ol’ satan
When he’s lifted the screen.

The signs of illusion,
Deception his key,
A tempting intrusion,
Your no longer free.