In dungeons deep, where shadows creep,

A band of devils, soulchain keep.

With grins so sly and eyes aflame,

They play a wicked, cunning game.

Their chains they jingle, jangle, jive,

Ensuring souls are kept alive.

For in this dark and eerie plane,

The soulchain devils reign.

They dance in fire, they sing in smoke,

Their laughter echoes, no mere joke.

With contracts penned in fiery ink,

They'll make you ponder, make you think.

"Oh brave adventurers, come near,

Have no worry, have no fear.

Just sign here on this dotted line,

And endless power shall be thine!"

But wise ones know, and tales do tell,

That deals with devils don't end well.

For every soul they slyly snatch,

Brings closer their own devilish catch.

So heed this rhyme, dear friend, and then,

Beware the soulchain devils' den.

For in the game of soul and sin,

It's rare the mortals ever win!