Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him

With the wind you go, and still I dream
Of your spirit leading you back home
I would give my gifts to you
Grow your garden, watch it all

The light in your eyes, an angel of dark
Lighting to ease the shadow side
Hearts will grow, though having to bend
Leaving behind all things in the end

Listen to my voice, calling you
Pulling you out of darkness
Hear the Devil's cry of sin
Always turn your back on him

On him
On him