I saw him in the cathedral the day before we sailed
A face of leaves and bark that hints at long-forgotten tales
Something of the old world, something older than us all
We don’t know why we scratch his face in every holy wall
I’m told to expect rivers of red beneath the ground below
But this face lies in wait for me inside a green inferno
The Green Devil’s in the rafters, the Green Devil’s in the stone
The Green Devil’s at the window of every church and home
I turned my back to harbour and watched the sails unfurl
I felt a dread inside me as we left for that new world
The shores are still so distant, the night is still so long
The ocean pulls us to a place in which we don’t belong
I feel his gaze upon me as though he’s waiting on the beach
I don’t know why we put ourselves within his hungry reach
The Green Devil’s in the water, the Green Devil’s in the sky
The Green Devil’s in the darkness beyond the naked eye
It took less than a year before morale was broke
They lost me in the woodlands as we fled from Roanoke
I feel him in the shadows, I hear him in their cries
I see him in the bushes from the corner of my eye
The Green Devil’s in the rivers, the Green Devil’s in the mud
The Green Devil’s in the lightning, the Green Devil’s in the floods
The Green Devil’s in the forest, the Green Devil’s in the trees
I am in the Green Devil’s home and he is watching me
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this fits well into the late 90s-early 2000 era of rock music. Has some of that same spunk of punk rock from bands like green day to me. It's a head banger for sure daneascott