When you are in the cave of the dark

You'll always hear the drum of the devil's bark

Your flesh begins to shiver

Your blood gets colder and frozen as you quiver

Your mouth begins to quirk

Because you are the devil's prey in this freak.

You looked behind

but there's nothing there to find

You begin to shiver when there's nothing there to hide

You feel the aura of the devil when everything goes blind

And your body begins to melt

because you felt you've died.

You are the devil's prey

all your spirit needs is to pray

though your flesh is weak as you say

but don't let yourself consumed by its dreadful ray

Before you go on

Search deep down your heart all along

For your sins will surely seek you out

In the ocean of your quilt

your soul sinks in its drought

Waves of fear has flown into you in and out

For you are the devil's prey

By Francis Ewanworie