Lyrics
Smoke from the fire falls soft on the pledge,
Black boots stomp where the shadows play
Words cut deep where the lost ones stray,
Moonlight carves a path in the haze
Eyeliner smudge from the devil's gaze,
Metal whispers, secrets traced
Fingers etch bells in a sacred space—
Through the heat of rebellion's spark
Desire burns like a serpent's tongue,
We sing for the cursed—the old, the young