The farmer'd lost most all he had
His crop had failed his stock went bad
He cursed his fate wife and son
Vowed to sell his soul for dollar one
In disbelief he'd uttered such words
He'd hoped and prayed that no one had heard
With the smell of sulfur and a flash of light
Appeared a demon in the dead of night
The plan was for the farmer to sign
His name in blood upon the line
They'd meet again to seal the sign
In 1840 in seven year's time
Time
The farmer prospered did do well
Good fortune was his story to tell
Still he pursued the path he feared
The time was short the dark day neared
The seven years had passed away
Now it was the judgement day
In memory of the words he said
Lucifer appear in a flash of red
It's the day I said I'd come for you
And now it's time to pay your due
I'm here to claim the soul I've won
To seal the bargain and take your son