Filled with hatred nightmare-born,
His family dead he does not mourn.
Deep in darkness, he cannot see,
The crow the only to hear his plea.
Through the darkness comes a voice:
"Now then, human, make your choice.
Grab the thread and start to climb,
Then your soul I shall make mine."
Vengeance now his one desire,
All lost to him within the fire,
The vow is made, the contract sealed,
The demon's power now his to wield.
