Bright eyes and dark whispers,
Make up the devil's ways.
His eyes will trap and snare you,
His words will kill your soul.
He comes for here, for him, for them,
One day he came for me.
Despair and sorrow trapped me here,
Lay claim upon my gentle soul.
Despite all I defeated him,
Thew him back to the bowels of hell.
Seems easy to defeat the evil,
But trust me, it is not.
So easy to give into darkness,
So easy to follow the dreaded path.
I ask you now, today, not later,
Will you be ready,
Can you be strong,
When the devil comes . . .
For you?