Your soul you sold
for objects of silver and gold.
From warmth to cold
you will never grow old.
To a contract you are bound.
Melodic singing is the only sound.
He is the one you found.
Trapped on hallowed ground.
You do his will.
For him you kill.
Your payment you must fill.
It is an impossible bill.
The payment you cannot afford.
You carry his so-called sword.
Into hearts it is bored.
He is the one called lord.
Demons, Angels, and the world whole.
They all pay their toll
to further his goal.
The Devil’s not the only one wanting your soul.
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