"Sing for the Devil"
by Jake Milnor
Oh you poor mortal, whose wife is now dead,
A golden woman, whose eyes were violet,
Taken from you, the night that you were wed,
Bitten by snake, his strike was silent,
Your own eyes have grown heavy and enraged,
You play your sliver lyre like a madman,
Your wife is in Hell, wrongfully encaged,
You can't have what is yours, but play you can,
Sing for the Devil, maybe he'll give in,
Make him cry with your song, sing of your wife,
Madden him with grief, make him forget sin,
He might give your Love back, or take your life,
Sing for him, Orpheus, sing for all Hell,
Never look back, or your wife's soul will sell!
by Jake Milnor
Oh you poor mortal, whose wife is now dead,
A golden woman, whose eyes were violet,
Taken from you, the night that you were wed,
Bitten by snake, his strike was silent,
Your own eyes have grown heavy and enraged,
You play your sliver lyre like a madman,
Your wife is in Hell, wrongfully encaged,
You can't have what is yours, but play you can,
Sing for the Devil, maybe he'll give in,
Make him cry with your song, sing of your wife,
Madden him with grief, make him forget sin,
He might give your Love back, or take your life,
Sing for him, Orpheus, sing for all Hell,
Never look back, or your wife's soul will sell!
