Satan's Chains

In shadows he lurks, Satan's hands extend, A darkness unseen, his grip won't transcend. Through fiery abyss, his touch burns the soul, No refuge or haven, his grasp takes its toll. His touch through the ages, a timeless embrace, No escape, no redemption, no safe hiding place. In whispers of chaos, his desire takes hold, No respite from his clasp, your fate has been foretold. Through valleys of torment, his reach knows no bounds, No solace or mercy, his grip never unwinds. His fingers of anguish, relentlessly coil, No escape from the torment, his hands of doom toil. In the depths of despair, his grip's silent wrath, No sanctuary granted, his darkness paves the path. In moments of weakness, he strikes with great might, No plea or resistance can thwart his objective's height. Embraced by his presence, life's fragments unspool, No expanse of salvation can mediate his cruel. Yet amidst the abyss, a flicker of light, A hope that may guide you through the desolate night. For even in darkness, an ember remains, A force that defies the grasp of Satan's chains. So stand up and fight, against his decree, Escape the clutches of his hands, become truly free.