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In a far forgotten land
Where the devil is at hand,
All living things are traumatized,
In pain and fear they’ll be vaporized.

The devil with his minions came one day
And since they’ve seen we’re easy prey,
Disguised like good natured souls
They started throwing us into the pitfall.

At first we were happy hearing their intentions,
All was well, until we ended up in their contraptions
Because we had signed those fancy contracts,
We're forced doing bloody rituals and satanic acts.

One of the brave soul that was under the devil’s shadow,
Woke up from this horrible nightmare and long hallow,
He then looked around him with frightened eyes
And said: - This isn’t what was promised to us! What ugly lies!

- We wanted to make fast a fortune,
Instead we got our home in an arson,
Easy money for us, for our stomach
But our prize was only dark havoc.

- But wait, what’s that I see?
The devil isn’t what it appears to be.
We thought it was, from Hell, a creature of some kind,
But the devil is us, the humankind!