**Verse 1**
In a smoky Gatlinburg bar where the neon burned low,
I took the stage with a borrowed mic and a song he didn’t know.
Sang “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” note for burning note,
He sat in the corner wearing a talent scout’s coat.
Passed me by with a shrug, but his eyes gave him away,
He knew the soul on that stage would never be his prey.
**Chorus 1**
I played his own damn song and I played it clean,
Left the Prince of Lies with nothing but the steam,
He ordered fire in a glass, I gave him smoke instead,
The Devil lost the first round before the wolf ever showed his head.
**Verse 2**
Three nights later the guardian came, black shadow under the light,
Stood watch for twenty-one days and twenty-one long nights.
He didn’t growl, didn’t bark, just stared across the street,
While the one who’d come for my soul admitted his defeat.
The wolf never moved, but the message was clear as sin,
This bloodline’s still guarded, and you’ll never get in.
**Chorus 2**
Black Wolf on the corner, gold eyes burning bright,
Told the Devil plain: “Walk away tonight.”
He came for a soul that was already claimed,
Left empty-handed and forever shamed.
**Verse 3**
October moon, cold sidewalk, the veil paper-thin,
I felt the chill before I saw the serpent wearing human skin.
He stepped from the bar with that ancient, hungry stare,
But I locked eyes, called the Clan, and the cross-haired him there.
“Get behind me, Satan,” calm as a winter grave,
Eight hundred years of thunder rolled out in one short phrase.
**Chorus 3**
I didn’t shout, didn’t curse, didn’t even raise my hand,
Just spoke the words the blood taught every chief across the land.
The air went still, the streetlights dimmed, the shadows held their breath,
Because the strong hand still rules and the Devil still fears death.
**Verse 4**
Twice he came, twice he measured, twice he walked away sore,
He knows the third time’s coming will settle up the score.
But the wolf still paces, the crows still ride the sky,
And this clansman’s still standing with fire in his eye.
So let him come again, I’ll be right here waiting,
Same voice, same blood, same soul he’ll never be taking.
**Final Chorus**
Twice I looked him dead in the face and he turned tail and ran,
Third time he shows I’ll greet him the same as I began:
“Manu Forti, motherfucker, this soul ain’t yours to claim,”
The Devil lost twice, and he’ll lose again,
Because the Clan still carries the flame.
