The devil's bones will wither and rot,
for his games of sin I have not forgot;
and, though you may think I have turned away,
remember: I will be there that final day.
So, heed not he who walks upon the earth
and claims such a lofty birth;
for I will be seen only among the cloud,
with hearlding trumpets trumpeting loud.
Nay, he who walks among you is not me,
for he treads the streets of hell, you
soon will see;
but, in glory I quickly will spirit you up,
giving to you, of life and love,
the overflowing cup.