Satan smiled with twisted glee Let me rip his sanity Boils and ashes, burning skin Tore his flesh to cage him in Children gone, his wealth laid waste Demons danced and mocked his faith Wife said curse, but he stood still Bleeding on the holy will Crows around him pecked his soul Dust and death became his goal Friends like vipers hissed and lied Still he prayed, though hope had died Hell unleashed its darkest show Yet could not break the man called Jó