Deceiver

Who are thou
That takes my soul to the lowest pit of the aybass
Who for all intends and purposes
Attempted to have me sin
The one who Marshalls the dead
And want the world dyed in red
But fails because my heart is pure
As pure as a newborn soul
Or a heart of gold
If thou heart won't easily fold
And thy will it stronger than stone
Belief u uphold
Evil can't roam