The Devil's Plaything - Backworld

And he came to me on a Northern wind

And he flooded my mind in a river of light

And he wrapped my body in a breath of fire

Then he hid my soul in a cloak of night

Like a devil’s plaything

And he spoke to me in a language lost

And he turned my head with sweet seduction

And he filled my body with flames of ice

Then he touched my soul and then he gave it back

Like a devil’s plaything

As in a ruin where violets grow

In moss covered fields

On cold marble stone

And love sometimes steals into a heart

And he came to me on a Northern wind

And he wrapped my body in a breath of fire

And he spoke to me in a language lost

And he filled my body with flames of ice

Like the devil’s plaything

As in a ruin where violets grow

In moss covered fields

On cold marble stone

Love sometimes steals into a heart

Love sometimes steals into a heart

Love sometimes steals into a heart

Love sometimes steals into a heart

Love sometimes steals into a heart