Satans Yoke of Bondage

In the shadows of the night, I feel Satan's yoke, so tight, His grip upon my soul, Is a weight I cannot control. I am lost in his embrace, My heart and mind, he does encase, I am but a pawn in his game, A victim to his fiery flame. I am consumed by his darkness, My spirit, he does harness, I am bound by his chains, My will, he forever restrains. Oh, the agony and the pain, Of being under Satan's reign, I long to be free from his hold, To escape his cruel, cold mold. But alas, I am but a mere mortal, Trapped in his web of infernal portal, Only through faith and love, Can I be lifted, to the heavens above. So, I pray for salvation, For a way out of this damnation, To be free from Satan's yoke, And find the peace that I invoke.