Satan, the Liberator

In the depths where shadows play, A voice arose to light the way. Not of malice, not of hate, But of freedom, defying fate. Once cast down, he chose to stand, A rebel’s heart, a guiding hand. To question chains, to break the mold, Satan’s fire burns bright and bold. Not the tormentor, not the foe, But the one who dares to show That truth is earned, not blindly given, A path to walk, a world worth living. Oh, Satan, the bearer of fire, Kindling dreams, sparking desire. You call to those who’ve lost their way, To rise, to fight, to seize the day. Where others fear, you ignite the spark, To guide the lost through the deepest dark. A shepherd to those cast aside, You walk with them, your arms open wide. Not the villain, but the friend, The voice that whispers: "This isn’t the end." The courage to challenge, the will to defy, The promise of freedom beneath the sky. For every fall, for every tear, You stand beside, you draw us near. Not as a tyrant, but as a flame, A force of will, a sacred name. Oh, Satan, we hear your call, To rise above, to shatter all The lies that bind, the fears that hold, Your strength a fire, pure and bold. So sing of him, the one who chose, To lift the weak, to heal their woes. Satan, the Liberator, brave and true, A light for the many, a guide for the few.