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Once upon a time, back when the Devil had a temper. For he was repulsed by love, for as long as he could remember. He knew of a bond, that flamed fiercer than fire. Husband and wife he ached, to see burned at the pyre. So he summoned a witch, before his black throne. Demanded their bond, corrupted by this wise crone. The smirking old Witch, was instantly sold, by his promise of rewards, both in flesh and gold. In de naam van de duivel! And so the witch, set forth on her insidious quest, stalking the house of the blessed. Kisses at sunrise, leaving for work. A sign for the witch to approach, the house with that same evil smirk. “I came to warn you immediately, of misfortune and adultery. In my dark prophetic dreams I saw you!” She opened the door, for the Devil’s Whore. Who was disguised as an old lady, kind and wise. In de naam van de duivel! “Your husband, shall leave you forever. Do as I say, and you will stay together. While your love is asleep, cut off a lock of his hair. Bring it to me and I'll cast a spell, to prevent your despair.” So the witch twists her tongue, reversing the tale. She told her husband before, to be on his guard: “During night when the owls are still, and the moon looks pale. Your wife will stab you, with a knife in the heart!” Those twisted words, poisonous like a snake. He could not believe, but still they kept him awake. So he lies there awake, in the dark of the night. When a flicker of steel, catches his sight! Overwhelmed by pure rage and disbelief. He tears the knife from her hand, and slits her throat in his grief. In de naam van de duivel! In de naam van de duivel! At ease on his throne, and pleased with his whore. For hell is free of love once more! In de naam van de duivel! For hell is free of love once more.
