• Once ago a boy lived in the shadows of hate
    Luring others in with his charms as bait
    Only to break the heart and soul
    before it was too unmistakebly late.

    He felt no regret and ask yourself why?
    Along with his reason to live his morality died
    To live and then fade is what he perceived
    The devil, the contract, and the dirty deed.

    The devil a soldier all dressed in red
    Whose stories of war so sorrowfully shed
    The contract a living and breathing thing
    With words on the page that make you cry and then sing

    The deed an act of pure evil? You decide
    Blackmail I say the things they ask you to hide
    Butcher and kill theres no escape now
    But even if there is who could you possibly ask how?