Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun
Run, devil, run away from me
When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town
And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay

Some claim they've seen her working, most just hear in the dead of night
It's a howling in the wind, they say, like it's calling for a fight
She don't come just when you call her, but she'll be there when there's need
'Cause she's there to hunt the devil down, yeah, she wants to see him bleed

And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun
Run, devil, run away from me
When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town
And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay

Call her prophet, call her priestess, call her witch or patron saint
But we know Jesus ain't around no more, and there's people needing saving
Don't think God got any part of it, no holy books or ancient tongues
But there's a bottle of fire in her hands, and there's fire in her lungs

And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun
Run, devil, run away from me
When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town
And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay

Don't know if it's a gift she has, don't know if it's a curse
Wonder if she's traced the devil down since he's come into this world

You'll wonder if you were just dreamin', if you heard some unholy brawl
But you'll feel a presence in your bones when she comes to make a call
We keep monsters in our storybooks and heros on our walls
But of the folklore and the fables, she's the tallest tale of all

And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun
Run, devil, run away from me
When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town
She said: Run, run, run, run, devil, run