The Devil has designed my death

And he’s waiting to be sure

That plenty of his black sheep die

Before he finds a cure.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I’ve served my time?

The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my spine.

The firm hand of the Devil now

Is rocking me to sleep

I force my blind eyes open, Lord

But I’m sinking in the deep.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I’ve served my time?

The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my spine.

I go to sleep each evening now

Dreaming of the grave

And see the friends I used to know

Calling out my name.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I’ve served my time?

The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my spine.

O Lord Jesus, do you think I’ve served my time?

The eight legs of the Devil now are crawling up my spine.

O Lord Jesus, here’s the news from those below

The eight legs of the Devil will not let my people go.