In the heart of the night where the shadows come to pray
There's a twisted chain of beads where the light fades away
It's the Devil's Rosary where the prayers are lost and cold
Each bead holds a secret each one bought and sold
The Devil counts the beads with a grin so dark and sly
Each one a sin remembered each one a whispered lie
The rosary is heavy with the weight of broken souls
And the Devil's hand is steady, as he spins his wicked goals
Oh, the Devil's Rosary with its beads of blackened stone
In the dead of night it's where the darkest seeds are sown
Every prayer is twisted every word a shadowed plea
In the Devil's Rosary there's no chance to be free
The beads click like whispers in the silence of the night
As the Devil spins his rosary in the absence of all light
Each bead a bitter memory of a soul that's gone astray
And in the Devil's Rosary there's no hope to find your way
Oh the Devil's Rosary with its beads of blackened stone
In the dead of night it's where the darkest seeds are sown
Every prayer is twisted every word a shadowed plea
In the Devil's Rosary there's no chance to be free
The beads are full of sorrow of promises undone
The Devil counts them slowly until his work is done
You might reach for salvation, but it's just beyond your grasp
In the Devil's Rosary the chains will always clasp
As the dawn begins to break and the night gives way to day
The Devil hides his rosary in a place where shadows stay
But for those who've felt its pull and heard its silent plea
The Devil's Rosary lingers in the corners of memory.