The Dark Beast

On a silent sleepless night,
When the tower bell rings.
On lonely streets devoid of light,
The dark beast drinks.

Fear creeps into human minds,
In wait of morning the village sleeps,
In hope of peace that no one finds,
Scared for her child the mother weeps.

On Satan's cross the creatures dwell,
The world is bound by the devil's spell,
Making the Earth an image of hell,
Plunging humanity down the deepest well.