Underneath the floorboards, right around the corner

There's a devil in my house, he revels in disorder

A sordid merchant peddling portents as false as they're spun

Muttering curses, convinced I am worthless by his serpent tongue

Wicked words flickering like lantern light, my eyes and ears deceived

There's a devil in my house and he will not let me leave

Windows boarded up by memories, what sights I see bring little piece

A leather noose, an iron roulette; I'm tortured by tools of forfeit

There's a devil in my house and he'd sooner **** me than let me forget

There's a devil in my house with nothing more of me left