In the Chains of the Hidden Devil

Foolish to not know the Devil’s disguise And to blame my pain on a measly imp. When I listened to his intricate lies With no clue about the deceit not scrimped. Now I see the Serpent in its true form No longer can it hide its sins from me But to his rule, no choice I must conform Lingering, my immortal enemy I yearn the day I can cut his cold hand Around the wrist, his grasp inside no more. No more my heart will he can he command For I will rise and with white wings will soar But the time for action’s yet to arrive So bound by chains am I under his eye