The Deal

High on the mountains in snow
I search for power beyond time's embrace
As an old man wreathed in age
I know the grave is soon my place

Through many nights of constant praying
My words fall on deaf ears
I have begged on knees, truth saying
Just to confirm my fears

So to the peaks of winter I've traveled
To seek the last one of several
Ancient rites in tomes I have unraveled
To make a pact with the devil

"To be my slave, King, I give you power
To do wish as you please
But bring me the world on its knees
And I give you the world for free."