I, who serves
My sole purpose right now
Serves the master of the contract
I, a pawn
Stays by side until the end
While all the others fail
My hunger for his soul
The sweet taste of his purity
I do my duty as a butler
I walk the dark halls
Of his dark fragile life
He amuses me, this little human
The Earl of Phantomhive
The pressure that settles
On his corrupted heart
Makes his soul the more
How pure his ultimate decisions are
His pureness
Makes his soul all the more desirable
With every command
Every wish that is his
Every breath that is mine
I play until I hear checkmate