**(Verse 1)** In the candlelit halls where shadows conspire, I glide through the dark in my tailcoat attire. Silver on porcelain, tea steeped just right, A whisper of brimstone beneath the moonlight. Your enemies tremble, their secrets I claim, With a flick of my glove and a hellfire flame. I am order in chaos, perfection refined— A demon in service, forever assigned. **(Pre-Chorus)** The contract is sealed in blood and in night, Your soul is the prize at the end of this fight. **(Chorus)** Yes, my lord, your will is my blade, I’ll carve through the world till the debts are repaid. From the depths I was called, now I stand by your side, A butler of shadows, with nothing to hide. Crimson eyes watching, a smile so refined, I’ll serve you in hell once your vengeance is mine. Yes, my lord… till the curtain descends, Your faithful Sebastian, until the end. **(Verse 2)** Filthy vermin dare touch what is yours, I’ll dispatch them sweetly behind velvet doors. Cats in the garden, a moment’s delight, But your every command sets my blackened heart right. I bake your desserts with a touch of the damned, I polish your silver, I steady your hand. No task is too trivial, no sin too profane— I revel in serving, again and again. **(Pre-Chorus)** The clock ticks onward, the hour draws near, But time is a toy to a creature like me here. **(Chorus)** Yes, my lord, your will is my blade, I’ll carve through the world till the debts are repaid. From the depths I was called, now I stand by your side, A butler of shadows, with nothing to hide. Crimson eyes watching, a smile so refined, I’ll serve you in hell once your vengeance is mine. Yes, my lord… till the curtain descends, Your faithful Sebastian, until the end. **(Bridge)** Beneath this façade of elegance lies The beast that devours both truth and the lies. I could crush your fragile world in my palm, Yet I kneel at your feet with unwavering calm. For what is a demon without purpose or game? Just hunger eternal… but you gave me a name. **(Final Chorus – slower, darker)** Yes, my lord… the feast is prepared, Your soul tastes of bitterness, perfectly rare. I’ll savor the moment when our contract ends, A butler no longer—just devil, my friend. Crimson eyes closing on this chapter we’ve spun, Till the next soul calls… but for now, I have won. Yes… my lord.
