The Devil has designed my death
and he's waiting to be sure
that plenty of his black sheep die
before he finds a cure.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I've served my time?
The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my
spine.

The firm hand of the Devil now
is rocking me to sleep
I force my blind eyes open, Lord
but I'm sinking in the deep.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I've served my time?
The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my
spine.

I go to sleep each evening now
dreaming of the grave
and see the friends I used to know
callind out my name.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I've served my time?
The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my
spine.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I've served my time?
The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my
spine.

O Lord Jesus, here's the news from those below:
The eight legs of the Devil will not let my people go.