Letras
The sky bleeds red, a devil's grin
A blood moon rises where hope's worn thin
Deadwood's streets, they creak and groan
Every step feels like a headstone
The wind it howls, like it's got a name
Whisperin' secrets, stokin' the flame
The clock strikes twelve, it stops mid—chime
Caught in the loop of cursed time
Blood moon over Deadwood town
Ghosts around, they pull you down
The cursed ground won't let you go
Underneath that crimson glow
Saloon doors swing, but no one's there
Phantom boots climb the crooked stairs
Cards on the table, a ghostly hand
The devil deals, you understand
Blood moon over Deadwood town
Ghosts around, they pull you down
The cursed ground won't let you go
Underneath that crimson glow