Lyrics:

How swiftly those who've made a pact
Can come to overlook the fact
Or wish the reckoning be delayed
But a debt is a debt and must be paid

You do know what they say about twins secretly parted, don't you?

Wha'? Wha'!?

They say... they say that if either twin learns he was one of a pair they shall both immediately die. It means, Mrs Johnstone, that these brothers shall grow up unaware of the other's existence. They shall be raised apart and never, ever be told what was once the truth. You won't tell anyone about this, Mrs Johnstone. Because if you do you will kill them

Shoes upon the table
An' a spider's been killed
Someone broke the looking glass
There's a full moon shinin'
An' the salt's been spilled
You're walkin' on pavement cracks
Don't know what's gonna come to pass
Now y'know the devil's got your number
You know he's gonna find ya
You know he's right behind ya
He's starin' through the windows
He's creeping down the hall

Ain't no point in clutching at your rosary
You're always gonna know what was done
Even when you shut yer eyes you'll still see
That you sold a son
And you can't tell anyone
Now y'know the devil's got your number
You know he's gonna find ya
You know he's right behind ya
He's standing on your step
And he's knockin' at your door
He's knockin' at your door
He's knockin' at your door