| The Demon comes but must be called |
| Comes to all the sleeping homes |
| He breaks the night and lifts their drones |
| Demon comes but must be called |
| The Demon calls to me at length |
| Demon has no other strength |
| Except to end the stretching thighs |
| For those whose fate it is to die |
| The Demon has but one mistake |
| He lingers where he should not stay |
| He should not stay but rather go |
| Demon has no soul |
| The Demon has no soul of such |
| His breath is cold as winter’s touch |
| His hair, the blackness of the night |
| Demon offers up his bite |
| The Demon is not life, we know |
| He lives but is the never-born |
| His eyes are of the blackest coal |
| Demon has no soul |
| Many are the Demon’s face |
| And many are the forms he takes |
| Beware that you don’t pleasure one |
| The Demon comes to anyone |