Lent My Soul to the Devil

Creatures of the underworld calling my name
But I know these voices are part of the game
Lent my soul to the devil; little did I know
Who might be a thief, the dove or the crow?

Certainly he was bemused by the exact nature
Dancing around the wavering of his wager
I knew the reasons why from the beginning
My fate became a delusion after this sinning

And so we dance to the music of his fiery hell
Awaiting the ringing of the burnt, broken bell
Drumming to the pulsating of a blistered heart
Ears bleeding, pressure enough to split apart

We feast on the tongue of a basilisk long dead
Slurp brains from the bleeding, severed head
And once he has proven the thief is the dove
He sends me to purgatory--below and above