Laughter In Hell

(Verse 1)

Ashes rain down on the kingdom of scars,

We dance through the smoke with our broken guitars.

Chains on our wrists, but a grin on our face,

Screaming hymns to the fire, no need for grace.

(Chorus)

We laugh in the pit while the heavens fell,

Crack a smile in the furnace, we’re doing well.

No saviors here, no stories to sell—

Just the sound of our laughter in hell.

(Verse 2)

Voices like razors slice through the gloom,

Echoes of madness that rattle the tomb.

Truth’s a disease, and we’re patient zero,

Mocking the silence with each antihero.

(Bridge)

Forged in the furnace, baptized in hate,

We feast on the pain that the pure couldn’t take.

Smirk at the throne with a Molotov grin,

‘Cause paradise lost is where legends begin.

(Final Chorus)

Yeah, we laugh in the pit while the heavens fell,

Raise a toast with the devils, we ring that bell.

No hope, no fear, no final farewell—

Just riot-born laughter in hell.