I've seen the devils walkingnThey awoke me from my restnTheir shadows stood before lanternsnAnd made strange symbols on my bednI have looked beneath their clothesnAs they marched beneath the moonnThe fog split with their shadowsnAs if their dance was ending soonnnI stared briefly at the devilsnFor they whispered softly, come...nI have used their horns as handlesnEverytime we've danced as onennI have used their horns as handlesnEverytime we've danced as onennn