Devil's Dance

In the shadows, where the dark things crawl,

The whispering screams of the damned enthrall,

Crimson rivers flow beneath the moon's sick light,

Harvesting souls in the grip of night.

Dance with the devil, in a bloodshot haze,

Slicing through the silence, igniting the blaze,

Ritualistic slaughter, a feast for the night,

Twisted and gory, embrace the fright.

Fingers like daggers, tearing through flesh,

A symphony written in agony, fresh,

Bones like confetti, scattered and spread,

In this carnival of horrors, the living are dead.

Dance with the devil, in a bloodshot haze,

Slicing through the silence, igniting the blaze,

Ritualistic slaughter, a feast for the night,

Twisted and gory, embrace the fright.

Eyes wide open, in the stench of decay,

Laughter of madness, in a macabre ballet,

The altar is set, with a crown of despair,

We’re the harbingers of doom, with filth in the air.

In the shadows, where the dark things crawl,

The whispering screams of the damned enthrall,

Crimson rivers flow beneath the moon's sick light,

Harvesting souls in the grip of night.

So raise your glass to the blood-soaked ground,

Where echoes of torment eternally sound,

In this fever dream, we’ll forever abide,

Twisted and gory, forever our guide.