Duty Demands I Sell My Soul | The Devil's Due (Tribute to Wyll) (Baldur's Gate 3 Music Video)

This song is an electronic darkwave tune that chronicles the tragic heroism of Wyll Ravengard, the Blade of Frontiers, from Baldur’s Gate 3. Through verse and a recurring motif of infernal flame, the song traces Wyll’s journey from youthful idealism and a desperate act of entering into an infernal pact with Mizora, through acts of mercy and infernal punishment, to the devastating ultimatum that forces him to weigh his father’s life against eternal servitude. The song explores the escalating betrayals of his patron, the moral cost of power, and the agonizing temptation to renew the pact, culminating in a defiant affirmation of honor and integrity. Wyll is a scarred yet unbowed hero, marked by horns, burdened by sacrifice, yet forever committed to duty. He ultimately pays the devil her due on his own terms, reclaiming his soul and enduring as a relentless foe of infernal evil. Inspired by the character created by Larian Studios in the game, Baldur's Gate 3. #bg3 #baldursgate3 #baldursgate #dnd #dungeonsanddragons #wyll #wyllbg3 #wyllravengard #goth #darkwave #newwave #futurepop #synthwave #gothic #gothicrock #aimusic Lyrics written by me. Music created with AI. Lyrics below: I longed to shield the helpless and frail To prove myself when evil assailed My father’s lessons burned in my chest Duty’s flame would not let me rest But when crisis struck, my strength was small My blade too brittle to save them all A devil promised the power to save I took her gift and became enslaved I swore the pact to hunt the infernal She gave me might, power eternal To guard the land that gave me birth With brimstone flame I prove my worth The task was mine – the Blade of Frontiers A one-horned fiend, her fate was clear At the tip of my blade, the truth was plain An innocent soul with a worm in her brain Her eyes were clear, no devil she A devil’s pawn, just like me With courage I stand when evil draws near With insight I see through the lies and fear My strategy sharp, I hold justice high The pact empowers my battle cry But is this strength worth the price I pay? An innocent soul, her life torn away? Can I still serve with so steep a price? How much of my soul must I sacrifice? I spared the soul that was marked for death Defied her will and drew the devil’s wrath Her fury sent me through a hot hellscape Now I’m cursed with horns – there’s no escape But the devil got trapped with a psychic noose The pact compelled me to set her loose I broke her chains, the pact undone My freedom’s taste was bitterly won Her wings are fair, yet her heart is vile A devil true, with an evil smile With courage I stand when evil draws near With insight I see through the lies and fear My strategy sharp, I hold justice high No pact shall bind me – its power shall die The strength was not worth the price I paid My soul more precious than the chains I made Never again will I bend the knee Bind my soul in flame eternally My freedom was fleeting, an illusion brief The devil returned with deceitful relief She couldn’t abide escape from her claws She conjured a trap to force me into her jaws My father teeters on death’s cruel knell Imprisoned deep in a watery cell Only her aid can draw him from the brink My soul the coin to ransom him from the drink I stand in thought, my choice laid bare Shall I sell my soul for a life to spare? Eternal chains or a cold, dark grave? Shall I save my father, become enslaved? No price is too steep, no sentence too cold If my father calls, I will sell my soul I’ll sign the writ, descend to flame’s embrace Duty demands I yield my rightful place With courage I stand when evil draws near With insight I see through the lies and fear My strategy sharp, I hold justice high The pact empowers though its grip will die No price is too high when honor’s on the line My soul the cost, I will gladly sign My strength prevails in doing what is right My Blade endures, unyielding in the night My Blade turns to Avernus, devils my prey Though horns scar my brow, I bring the judgment day In duty’s flame, I’ll give the devil her due My soul, though scarred, is unquenched and true