Inkubus Sukkubus

He comes as a darkened knight
Upon the raging storm
And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn
He comes as a leveller to make one and all the same
His song on the western wind to deliver us from pain
Take his hand
For only he'll lead you on to the promised land
He is the only true friend of the poor
Can you not see that only he can ever set you free
He is the only true friend of the poor