The ritual starts
In Eternal fires
Acrid smoke
State your desires?
Fame?
Fortune?
Success?
Choose...
In death you won't part
You can't lose.
It's not a marriage
It's a vow
Sign your name
Ah, you wonder how?
In blood, of course.
It's a deal with the devil
No need for remorse
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