In the heart of night, where shadows creep,
The Devil whispers secrets dark and deep,
His laughter echoes through the silent air,
As he weaves his spell, a web of despair.
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
He dances with the souls in endless night,
Temptation’s song, a haunting, sweet refrain,
Leads lost wanderers to eternal pain.
His eyes, two burning coals of fire,
Reflect the endless depths of desire,
Promises of power, wealth untold,
Lure the weak, the desperate, the bold.
Yet in his grasp, all joy is fleeting,
And hearts that follow end up beating,
To the rhythm of despair and regret,
In the Devil’s dance, they are forever met.