Artura Songtext
von Makke

The night was cold and bitter. He was looking for an inn
When the Devil shined before him showing off an awful grin.
The demon spake — "You′re frozen" — and he nodded to the beast.
"A fee so small," the Dark One said, "can make your life a feast."

"Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
Grab yourself a bottle of wine and drink it with delight.
Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
At me table you will dine; get yourself another pint."


Well, the young man said, "Don't bother: soon I′ll find an inn,
Because your home and castle is built on wicked sin."
The Devil looked offended as the offer was denied,
But still he opened up the door, inviting him inside:

"Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
Grab yourself a bottle of wine and drink it with delight.
Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
At me table you will dine; get yourself another pint."

The demon kept on preaching: "I can make you whole;
And all I ask of you, good sir, is your immortal soul."
The Dark One asked, "Are you not tempted?" He said "Not the least!"
For little did the Devil know the man talking was a priest.


"Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
Grab yourself a bottle of wine and drink it with delight.
Come within these walls of mine before the frost thee bite.
At me table you will dine; get yourself another pint."