REVEREND GRIM - In the Pale Moon Light

Down in the valley where the devil reigns,
The whisky flows like a river in the rain.
The air is thick with the scent of sin,
In the dark where the demons live.
Evil runs deep in this cursed land.

Satan’s hand
In every man
The devil’s song.

The preacher man, he has long since gone.
The church is silent, there is no more song.
The only light is the devil’s fire,
And the only truth is the devil’s desire.
Evil runs deep in this cursed land.

Satan’s hand in every man,
The devil’s song.
Echoes through the night,
And the shadows dance.
(in the pale, in the pale, in the pale moonlight)

The devil’s fiddle plays a mournful tune
And the souls of the damned they howl and croon.
They dance in the flames, They dance in the heat,
They’ve sold their souls For a devil’s treat.
Evil runs deep in this cursed land!

Satan’s hand in every man,
The devil’s song.
Echoes through the night,
And the shadows dance.
(in the pale, in the pale, in the pale moonlight)
In the pale, in the pale, in the pale moon light,
In the pale, in the pale, in the pale moon light,
In the pale, in the pale, in the pale moon light.