Summon the devil, then
Draft up an invitation
Dress up the castle
As it will come to be their last sight
Dance in the foyer, moves
Dust from incineration
Etched in the moldings
As ivy grows along it all night
Some day, some dunce
Will have his reading
Await that rival
Blood rivals of fiends are gutted/toppled
If you're the devil, then
Your guests are party favors
View from the rooftop
As everything falls fast from that height
In every floor board
Mason sweat, indignation
The horde gets a castle
And it will prove to fill their last sight
Some day, some dunce
Will have his reading
Await that rival
Blood rivals of fiends are gutted/toppled