You sit straight and tall, the ruler of all
Then give your commands to all the great hall
Bring me my servants, my fools and my knaves
Break out the torches and light up these caves
We must have a party, a feast and a fest
Invite all the demons and give them a test
They must find two sinners, two fat evil souls
That then will be roasted over the coals
Over the fire they will twist and will turn
Be careful, you demons, and don't let them burn
And when they are done to a bright golden tan
We'll have a fine evening feasting on man.
These words flow from your mouth without your control, so you understand that you are a puppet king. An evil power controls you now. You try to get up from the throne but you cannot rise. You are the king now and will rule forever. Long live the king!
You begin screaming, a hysterical wail that you have heard before. It sounds like the screaming you heard when you came through the red door. Long live the king.
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