The Devil's Round

I stumbled into that dim-lit dive, The kind of place where dreams don’t survive. The barkeep smirked, his voice low and slow, Said, “What’s your sorrow? Tell me, I’ll know.” I spilled my tale over whiskey’s bite, “A life gone wrong, no hope in sight.” He leaned in close, with a glint in his eye, “Sign on the line, and your pain will die.” “Every dream has a price to pay, And what you give, you can’t take away.” O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul! I signed the line, I sealed my fate, And now I’m caught in a game I can’t escape. O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul! His laughter echoed as the ink ran dry, “Everything you are is the cost—you’ll die.” Ambition consumed me, A longing I let win! I fell for the lure, and paid with regrets............ O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul! He promised riches, a throne to claim, A gilded prize for my endless shame. My trembling hand obeyed his decree, A pact in red, now the devil owns me. For weeks I soared, the envy of men, Every wish granted, again and again. But the voices grew loud, they haunted my mind, “What you owe will take all you find.” Ohh Please, Ohh Please, I swear I’ve tried, But the shame of my greed has left me tied. I ran for the door, but it wasn’t there, Just the Devil’s grin in the smoke-filled air. “You wanted it all, now it’s all too late,” He said with a bow, sealing my fate. The room collapsed, the lights burned dim, And the last thing I heard was his laughter within. O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul. I signed my name, I sealed my fate, I watched my life slip past the gate. O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul. I reached for the crown, but it shattered in my hands. I chased ambition, I chased desire, I burned it all, consumed by fire. Now there’s nothing left, no place to call my own, Just the endless march through hell alone............ O Devil, take pity on this cursed soul!