by: Reid Kinneret date: 1496 source: Our campaign (Graz'zt Singing) No god ever struck me a deal, They thought me an unworthy fool. But you made an offer so real, Together, the cosmos we'll rule! My vow to the sweet Merchant’s Friend, I offer you pure paradise. Your fair dealings are at an end, And everyone must pay the price! [Chorus 1] These rings, two links intertwined, These rings, the markets maligned, With greed and malice, Inside my palace, There's no objection, To this connection, Nine Hells they'll cower, From your full power. These rings, forever will bind. We'll bind the Planes... (We'll bind the Planes) With golden chains... You’ll bring the merchants and vendors, I’ll find all the hidden loopholes. Expose the Demon Pretenders, And corner the market on souls! This is the deal of the century, They'll crown me as King of the Hells, The Demon Lords will bow to me, And tremble to these Wedding Bells. [Chorus] These rings, of iron and gold, These rings, to break every mold. I'll darken your heart, Til death do us part. Liberty’s Maiden, Vaults overladen. I do this for wealth, In sickness, not health. These rings, for fortunes untold. Count all our gains... (Count all our gains) With golden chains... Take what remains... (Take what remains) With golden chains... No more refrains... (No more refrains) With golden chains... We'll bind the Planes... (We'll bind the Planes) With golden chains... [Spoken] "With this ring, I thee wed."
