Pull the mandrake from the earth
Hold high the devil's lantern
Climb the thorns in the sweet briar patch
The roses they say he planted for you

If you find some stinging nettle
Carry it with you for the better
Don't fall into the blackberry bush
Or get hung up in the elders
You
Got to get through

Sneaking through the thorns in the devil's garden
Evil is live but turned around
Sneaking through the thorns in the devil's garden
There has to be a way of getting out