Dancing with the devil while demons watch in delight. With eyes of crimson red, he looks to me, and says, "I am torture bred and hatred fed; I am the cursed, the keeper of the dead." As I begin to panic, I beg and plead, "Please have pity and let me be." He replies with dark dread, "My virtue long ago fled, with hot lead my eyes painfully bled." Surrounded by the sound of Satan's symphony I say, "I'm sorry you have suffered but please have sympathy." He then promises plenty of prosperity and pleasure along with the power of perfection. I cry, "l need not feed my ego, for my heart will bleed, until my soul has been freed." With a smile he says, "Can't you see it is I who shall set you free? I own the key; come be with me."