In the heart of the night, where shadows breathe,
Lies a garden where the lost souls seethe.
Whispers of darkness, the wind's cruel song,
In this demonic garden, where the wicked belong.

In the demonic secret garden, secrets lie so deep,
Where the roses bleed darkness, and the shadows weep.
Through the twisted vines, where nightmares entwine,
In this garden of despair, we’re forever confined.

The moonlight casts a spectral glow,
On the paths where twisted spirits go.
Thorns like daggers, hearts left to fray,
In the garden where the damned forever stay.

In the demonic secret garden, secrets lie so deep,
Where the roses bleed darkness, and the shadows weep.
Through the twisted vines, where nightmares entwine,
In this garden of despair, we’re forever confined.

Lost souls wander through the endless night,
In the garden where the light is out of sight.
Echoes of torment and cries of the damned,
In this garden of darkness, forever unmanned.

In the demonic secret garden, secrets lie so deep,
Where the roses bleed darkness, and the shadows weep.
Through the twisted vines, where nightmares entwine,
In this garden of despair, we’re forever confined.

When the dawn breaks and the shadows retreat,
The garden’s dark secrets we’ll never defeat.
In the heart of the night, where the lost souls drift,
The demonic garden remains, a never-ending rift.