Follow The Devil Where He Leads

By: Justin Erickson




Listen how the coffin sighs beneath soil
Soft, but shrill, but sweet, but bold,
The ripened fruit shall one day spoil
As then,
As now,
‘Til the many suns grow cold.

Now we cower like a hostage to his captor
Embittered by the tastes of war,
But drums and horns call forth the rapture,
Listen? Hear! The call of cavalry four!
Fear nothing in death but all in life,
Only flint and steel can scorch our pride
Remember these words and hear my cry,

I shall follow the Devil where he leads,
I shall follow him down and then
I shall die!