In the stillness of the midnight hour,
A whisper echoes through the air,
The devil’s call, a haunting power,
Luring souls into despair.
Shadows dance upon the walls,
As the darkness starts to creep,
His presence felt in every hall,
In dreams that steal away our sleep.
With a voice both soft and cold,
He tempts with promises of gold,
Yet the price is far too high,
A soul condemned, forever to lie.
Beware the devil’s cunning art,
His lies that pierce the bravest heart,
For in his grasp, there’s no escape,
Only an eternal, fiery fate.