He wanted to sell his soul for the devil's rite

He fell on his knees screaming the spirit's name

Casting a shadow on the path that will lead him to fame

The moon was frozen and a thunder shook the earth

But it was his heart beating loud in his chest

" You called me and I'm here boy, I hope it 'll worth it"

If you take this guitar

You 're making a bound with blood

And I 'll collect what is mine

And now

You will be remembered

But when death comes

I 'll send my hellhounds after you to claim your soul

And you will burn

There is no return

But your name and legend will live on and on

The smell of Sulphur burned; his eyes cried from fear

The Spirit looked at him, "Your breath I can feel

You want the devil's music and I want your soul

I 'll give you what you ask, give me what I want"

The spirit 's eyes were red; his breath is full of lies

The boy wanted fame, so he paid the price

He sold his soul to devil, angels cryied from a far

Sealing his fate with blood and a marked guitar

If you take this guitar

You are making a bound with blood

And I 'll collect what is mine

And now

You will be remembered

But when death comes

I 'll send my hellhounds after you to claim your soul

And you will burn

There is no return

But your name and legend will live on and on