Demon, let me remind you, you'll never leave your little corridor, you'll never pass those gilded doors, and make it to the other side. Demon, you will always be here, from the minute I step behind, and your beady eyes will never see Calvary. And although you track me down, even chase me around town, I will always retreat to a place so sweet where you're not around. And Demon, you may dance, you may dine on wine and innocence, but your beady eyes will never see Calvary. Oh, no. Oh, no. Many times I've been your slave, but there's a different story in the grave. And the heart is sweet, the angels sing, but you'll never hear the sound. And Demon, you may travel, you can sail for forty nights and days, but your beady eyes will never see Calvary. And Demon, let me remind you, you'll never leave that little corridor, you'll never pass those gilded doors, that made Michelangelo cry. And Demon, you will always be in misery, but your beady eyes will never see Calvary. But your beady eyes will never see Calvary. © transcript Emily Beynon