They say once you sign over your soul to the devil,
It has to leave a few scars.
What they don't know is you don't mind the scars,
They're what marks you as human.
The scars are from nights if freedom.
You may have sold your soul to the devil, but do you really regret it.
I descend the steps of hell, for it is there I fell
I went from best man to second hand.
My wings are no longer white,
And I can no longer stand the light
I revel in pain.
I renounce my name
Lucifer, and the devil I became.
