In the heart of darkness, shadows dance,
Whispers of malice, a haunting trance.
The night is thick with sinister intent,
As evil’s veil, the sky does rent.

Beneath the moon’s cold, eerie glow,
Seeds of discord begin to grow.
A silent specter, creeping near,
Feeding on our deepest fear.

The air is thick with unspoken dread,
As phantoms rise from the forsaken dead.
Eyes of fire, hearts of stone,
In this realm, we stand alone.

Yet within the depths, hope may gleam,
For in the darkest night, we dream.
A light to pierce the veil of sin,
To conquer the evil that lies within.