In the depths where darkness dwells,
A whispering wind of sorrow swells,
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
Lies the heart of endless night.

Shadows dance with cruel delight,
As evil schemes take flight,
In every corner, fear takes root,
Poisoning hearts, bearing bitter fruit.

A serpent’s hiss, a demon’s grin,
Mark the beginning of sin,
Souls entangled in a web of lies,
Fall prey to the devil’s guise.

Yet in the darkest hour of dread,
When all hope seems to have fled,
A spark of light can still be found,
Breaking free from evil’s bound.