Satan's Host

Up into the dying tree
 Who should climb but little me?
 I held the trunk with both my hands
 And looked abroad on foreign lands
 "Crime, doesn't pay" what the preacher told
 Time, fight against four walls
 Ride, there is no moment to lose for the - Satan's Host
 To where the roads on either hand
 Lead onward to fairy land
 Where the monsters run to hide
 And all the playthings come alive
 "Crime, doesn't pay" what the preacher told
 Time, fight against four walls
 Ride, there is no moment to lose for the - Satan's Host
 Up into the dying tree
 Who should climb but little me?
 I held the trunk with both my hands
 And looked abroad on foreign lands
 "Crime, doesn't pay" what the preacher told
 Time, fight against four walls
 Ride, there is no moment to lose for the - Satan's Host