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
