There are devils in the wind
Theres a fog rolling in
There's a fire being dimmed
There's a whisper, then a yell, then a sin
Theres a chill in the air today
The devil has a visit to pay
Through the storms there's a lull
Then a trigger, a bullet, a barrel, and a skull
There are devils in the blue
They're the thunder to the wind
No regrets for the soul to be saved
Through the trial, the gavel, the gallows, and the grave