Devil’s Contest
It started with a whisper. Now it’s louder than screams.
The devil’s calling from the edge of your dreams.
You’ve seen the shadows where the light can’t reach.
They’ll steal your soul, but they’ll never teach.
A bloodstained floor with a twisted grin.
Every step you take, you’ll never win.
The door’s been closed but the voices shout,
and the devil’s here to drag you down.
Behind every corner, the evil waits
like a ticking bomb. You can’t outrun fate.
The walls are closing, and the air’s too thick.
You’re locked in the cage with a monster’s grip.
It’s the devil’s contest. All part of the plan.
He’s got his hooks deep, but you don’t understand.
You’re his puppet, you’re his prey, you’ll dance until you fall.
In the devil’s contest, you’ll lose it all.
You can’t break free, no matter how you scream.
You’re tangled in his web, trapped in his dream.
The devil smiles as you beg for air.
He loves the fear. He thrives on despair.
The flames rise higher. It’s where you’ll stay.
The devil’s contest will make you pray.
You won’t escape. You’ll never be the same.
In the end, you’ll bow to his name.