David Sylvian
the devils own
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The night is dark and cold, the strong winds and the rain
Crack the branches upon my window
The devil beats his drum casting out his spell
Dragging all his own down into hell
The ticking of the clock inexorably goes on
The howling of the stray souls of heaven
The treasures of the cove where the traders stored their gold
Echo voices still dead to the world
Underneath the vine shaded by the leaves
I still hold you close to me beneath the open stars
Beneath the pillows and the sheets
I still hold you dear to me
The ticking of the clock, surely sunrise won't be long
When darkness hides inside it's own shadow
The devil beats his drum, casting out his name
Dragging all his own down into shame
- Album:
- there’s a light that enters houses with no other house...
- Blemish
- Do You Know Me Now
- Died In The Wool
- Manafon
- Dead Bees On A Cake
- The First Day
- Rain Tree Crow
- Secrets Of The Beehive
- Gone To Earth
- Brilliant Trees
- Miscellaneous
- Everything And Nothing
- Sleepwalkers
- Non-Album Releases
- Moods
- Weatherbox
- Secrets of the Beehive (Reissue) [Remastered]
- The Chillout Album, Classic Edition: Soft Mixed
- Secrets of the Beehive (Remastered 2003)