Well there was a darkened grave at night
Yeah my thoughts are wild and out of sight
I heard a noise seep from the grave [bad word] for me, turn around
 
As the old man shape?
His skin was sick 'n gray now
With bulging rage and burning sins
Could not stand them more now
To myself, oh what can I do?
The last thing here is blindness?
Can he not find me? Why did he lie to me?
Don`t you go away now
 
Satan said, "Now can you [bad word] with me, my towns free
Child of mine, you will be [bad word] with girls, you know?
 
As the old man...
 
Need some time
Satan you got mine
Fine to be
Child of he
 
Our fortune bright
Grieving wives
God`s not here
Satan`s near
Hands a rose
Saved from now
Mercy he cried
But was it denied?