Devil's Hole Songtext
von Phil Shöenfelt

Last night I dreamed I saw St. Peter
The book he held was black with sin
We stood outside the gates of heaven
He would not let me in

Last night I dreamed I saw St. Peter
He looked at me, my blood ran cold
Abandon hope, all ye who enter
And may the fires purge your soul
Down in the Devil′s hole

I told this story to my woman
Last thing I heard, she was still running
My words of love remain unspoken
Drowned by the sound of the thunder coming


I told this story to my woman
Last thing I heard, she was on the run
With my best friend who was discovered
Shot through the head with his own gun
Shot through the head with his own gun

I saw them standing by the river
A crowd of people and a hanging tree
That laughing boy, he was still a-swinging
He looked a lot like me

Last night I dreamed I saw St. Peter
He looked at me, my blood ran cold
We stood outside the gates of heaven
He said, "The man downstairs has won your soul
Now, get down to the Devil's hole"

The Devil′s hole
To the Devil's hole
The Devil's hole
To the Devil′s hole