Sweet bird's dance

Sweet little bird,
The devil has your eye,
So will you dance in the land of ice?

When the cost is high,
And the world of divine,
May truly be out of reach for all of time.

Sweet little bird,
Will you make a deal,
With the one who many consider to host the dark?

I must confess,
That the truth is mixed,
In a pot of boiled half truths and lies.

Thrice I ask,
Sweet little bird,
Will you construct the contract?

Where all your dreams,
Are within arms reach at a cost,
That would make even the strongest of heart burst into tears.

Fourth and final time,
My voice will repeat dear sweet.
Will you dance in the land of ice for your wishes true delight?