Every morning I stare at my window
The devil man talks about the future
My drunk soul makes it easier
To talk to the other side

He shows me the solution for my Crossroads
He says to me:
“Hey boy, I don’t know where you’re going
But you have to feel evil to be the Good One.”

Every night I stare at my window
The devil man shows me your lost places
My lost soul makes it easier
To pass to the other side

Just give me the chance to open the door
Just give me the chance to open the door
Just give me the chance to open the door

When the time is right the man calls me to dance
In the middle of asong I was hearing alone
He shows me images of things (still) to come
When the Great Shadows come
They’ll be hailed
And i’ll be a slave again.