Go around the mountain top
to where the birds don't dare to stop
in this place you'll find a cave
where quiet songs make you a slave
in the dark, the dread beast roams
delighting in his servent's moans
It is a devil, this is true
but a god, it can be too
for why does god give, if not to take
what he creates, he can unmake
so if you see the devil, do not curse
just hang your head, and quench his thirst
when we are born, a death we must bare
for what god gives us, its only fair