"Yours is one of those songs where you can sit there and analyze each line over and over as to exact meaning, like “Hotel California,” but more than anything they create a mood. The melody enhances each line into an epic kind of film noire." - Bennett Johnson
Wipe the worried tears
from Delia's eyes
Cause the devil walks the street
Tonight with no disguise
The rumble of ten legions
Rattle loose the floor
Get your hammer ready
For the fire at the door
Cause Steel can dig a deeper grave
If you can stave off the rust
And chasing gold is still the rave
If you can find a man you trust
A fever strikes the brave
And a the coward's death is just
Both men burn to ashes
And we all return to dust
With smoke in the air
And blood in the ground
Not one living soul
Would dare breathe a sound
Cause death is a valley
With no reason to stay
Breath is a fleeting bird
That can simply fly away
Your maker waits
To weigh your wicked deed
Shine the light in the dead of night
And run at angel speed
Cause Steel can dig a deeper grave
If you can stave off the rust
And chasing gold is still the rave
If you can find a man you trust
A fever strikes the brave
And a the coward's death is just
Both men burn to ashes
And we all return to dust
Both men burn to ashes
And we all return to dust