Old and putrid rotting flesh,
Covers coroding bones.
Hollow sockets reveal dead eyes,
This carcas is one the devil owns.

It will not die, nor fade away,
It will just continue to rot.
'Till all goodness and light have gone,
The son that God forgot.

Bought for a wish, denied a dream, 
The soul of the bearer becomes unclean.
Caked with blood from all the fallen,
The owner is lost, his soul, stolen.

Eternal suffering awaits the damned,
Saviour and sanctuary denied.
The devil owned souls cannot be saved,
These rules you must abide.

For the seller of this sacred gift,
Repenting is refused.
The devil keeps his ill gotten gains,
Locked tight and with himself fused.

His trickery is unsurpassed,
By God and mortal the same.
Yet God forgets this daunting fact,
When the damned scream out his name.