copyright(c)Mike Skellenger 1998 In the shadow of the valleys where the mountains danced... I met a man so old. We traced a path of darkness of ancient moss and mold... We climbed up to a mountain top. He spoke my hearts desire. All in exchange for one small soul sealed in blood and fire... I wish I'd never seen his face his ancient fire so cold... To see him now is frightening I've never felt so old... In anguish wishing to be free I didn't know the soul he sought was yours and not from me... The devil never ever deals for what is rightly yours... Forever cloaked in shadow... He seeks that tortured soul... To bewilder and make promises of desires still untold... So now I walk his darkness I can hear the demon choir But there will always be more fools who seek their hearts desire and when that person seeks me out then I will play the liar to deceive him and possess his soul to release me from this fire... So seek the valley where the mountains dance but beware the path you tread... You just might get your hearts desire but wish that you were dead...
