Wicked souls walk our earth
Looking for the damned one
That escaped darkest depth of hell

They are expecting to bring back
What was lost for so long
Not suspecting that it was stolen
In great time of need

To receive a false hope
One must give
What it values the most
Be it riches or a woman's love

Yet what is left behind
Is not the sacrifice
But a false hope and sorrowful heart
Which makes you do crazy things
Even go to hell and back
For the one thing you love

But what you forget
There are rules
And then there are consequence's
For every action
No matter how desperate one is.

Is ones love worth millions of souls
That will pay for a broken oath
Between a God
And a simple human soul?