Crossroads of Reckoning

Under the cypress tree,

where the shadows grow tall (hmmm)

I heard the whisper of the clay in the wall

He offered a trade for a pocket of gold

Oh, the crossroads call at the dead of the night

(yeah) With no

stars above and no lantern in sight

You can run from the devil,

you can run from the cold

But you can't buy back what you already sold

He wrote down the pact

with a rusted old nail (ahhhh) The wind started howling

a desperate wail

No ink on the parchment,

just blood on the pine

Now his shadow is no longer

mine

Oh, the crossroads call at the dead of the night (yeah) With

no

stars above and no lantern in sight

You can run from the devil,

you can run from the cold But you can't buy back

what you already sold

No way back now... (hmmmm)