A thousand men in robes of black
Stand in an endless line
Beards flowing, long and white
Heads lowered and eyes bovine

Wordless they stand, their hands folded
Gazing blankly as in a trance
While God and the Devil war and wage
And give a performance of the life and death dance

God and the Devil gamble through the night
And the men stand still, a silent role
And as morning approaches the stakes get higher
They now fight for the possession of God’s soul