I am the devil, the devil I am and I wait for the blood of an innocent man. Be he young or be he old, be his pockets full of gold. Be he happy or rich or wise be the ocean as blue as his eyes. I'll wait for his coming at the midnight hour, I'll pickle his soul and turn it sour. For once his innocent heart I see, That innocent man belongs to me. Words from the greatest comic I know The Darkness