The band Eagles of Death Metal had just started playing their song “Kiss The Devil” when terrorists burst into the Bataclan and started firing.

Evil is not a game. Evil is not to be messed with. If you call up the devil, sometimes, he will come.

UPDATE: I have moved the lyrics to below the jump, at the request of two readers. It seems from the comments that I have to clarify that I am not blaming the band for the shooting. My point is that the demonic is real, and not something to be messed with, even ironically. I wish scoffers could spend some serious time talking to exorcists, as I have done, and researching the experiences of people who have encountered this world. In New Orleans the other day I ran into a prominent physician with whom I had gone to high school. We had a drink together, and started telling stories about life in our dorm. For some reason he told a story I had not heard, about his own involvement with a Ouija board, along with some other guys in our school. Horrible, freaky things happened, and he destroyed the board. I told him a similar story that had happened to another group of guys in our dorm, one that reduced a couple of 17 year old guys I knew to tears and shaking. They thought it was all a cool joke, but then one of their number became temporarily possessed, and things began to fly around the room. That group of boys destroyed their Ouija board. The kid who was possessed killed himself a couple of years later. Maybe it was mental illness in his case, I don’t know; that boy was not a friend of mine. But I know those boys should not have been messing with the occult.

Later, in college, a friend of mine who is now a well-known judge, told me about her own horrifying experience experimenting with the occult. She was not a Christian, and did not become a Christian, but she suffered a physical assault that caused her to burn all her occult literature and material. She was quite liberal politically and otherwise, and very intelligent and serious — but she was absolutely adamant about the mistake she made with her curiosity about the occult, and about how nobody should ever take that stuff lightly.

Laugh if you want to, but if I were present when that song was sung, even if it was a joke, I would leave. Some things aren’t ever funny.

Here are the lyrics to that song:

Who’ll love the Devil?
Who’ll song his song?
Who will love the Devil and his song?

I’ll love the Devil
I’ll sing his song
I will love the Devil and his song

Who’ll love the Devil?
Who’ll kiss his tongue?
Who will kiss the Devil on his tongue?

I’ll love the Devil
I’ll kiss his tongue
I will kiss the Devil on his tongue

Who’ll love the Devil?
Who’ll sing his song?
I will love the Devil and his song

Who’ll love the Devil?
Who’ll kiss his tongue?
I will kiss the Devil on his tongue

Who’ll love the Devil?
Who’ll sing his song?
I will live the Devil and sing his song