Devils lurking in shadows they hide Whispering temptations where evil resides Made of fire with horns so grand Exploiting women along the land The Devil’s presence is a constant test To choose sobriety and do what’s best one who seeks excess to claim May find distress lasting shame whisper low try our might Designing made light It shapes rules social grace By constantly reminding us what not face presence folklore art Is guiding principle all play part build community that strong true Where goodness flourishes everything we In Over Garden Wall are unbound boundary decides right or wrong Cannot be found Woodsman walks lantern hand An unwitting pawn under beast’s command He fuels from souls dying trees keep his own perishing breeze Beast offered him save exploiting forest banish endless night devil’s agent although by choice But through despair silent hollow voice