The Devil’s Trial

The Devil’s Trial

The air is thick, the room is cold.
You’ve been waiting for a judgment, a tale untold.
The courtroom’s dark. Shadows creep.
The Devil’s here, and he’s got secrets to keep.

He stands tall, eyes burning red.
You’re shaking, trapped in a nightmare instead.
He’s the one pulling the strings, no escape in sight.
A devil’s grin hides behind the night.

The gavel slams, your fate sealed tight.
The courtroom laughs. This isn’t your fight.
The lies they told, the deals they made–
your soul is the price, and it’s already paid.

It’s the Devil’s trial. There’s no way out.
He’ll make you scream, he’ll make you shout.
The walls are closing, no way to flee.
The Devil’s got you, and he’s making you bleed.

There’s no defense, no plea in your name.
He’s got the cards. You’re just a pawn in his game.
You scream for mercy, but he doesn’t care.
The Devil’s trial, and you’re already there.

In the end, you’ll be lost in the fire.
The Devil’s trial, your one true desire.
His laughter echoes. It’s the end of your soul.
You’ve been damned from the start. Now you pay the toll.