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Devil's Pulse by Athan

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Devil's Pulse by Athan - alternative Rock music cover art

Devil's Pulse

alternative Rock

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Outro
Beneath a blood-red moon, he whispers low, A serpent's voice wrapped in fire and shadow.
Eyes like coals that burn through your skin, Drawing you deeper where the nightmare begins.
Searing chains, invisible but tight, Twisting your soul in the dead of night.
His breath of venom, cold and sweet, Pulls you down where darkness and desperation meet.
We are the puppets in the devil's dance, Caught in the rhythm of his cruel romance.
Raise your fists, scream out the pain, But in his grip, you're bound to remain.
Devil's pulse pounding in your veins, Echoes of torment, shackled chains.
This is the fire that never dies, A hellish gem beneath black skies.
He feeds on fear like a ravenous beast, Promises paradise, delivers the feast.
A twisted smile, a broken vow, Once you're his, there's no way out now.
Shadows crawl and claws extend, A game of souls he'll never end.
Your screams are music to his ears, Dancing on the edge of your darkest fears.
We are the puppets in the devil's dance, Caught in the rhythm of his cruel romance.
Raise your fists, scream out the pain, But in his grip, you're bound to remain.
Devil's pulse pounding in your veins, Echoes of torment, shackled chains.
This is the fire that never dies, A hellish gem beneath black skies.
Syncopated heartbeats breaking free, A war inside between damnation and plea.
Melodies of rage, screams entwined, The devil's laughter echoing in your mind.
Oh...
Puppets, puppets in the devil's dance, Bound by shadows, lost in a trance.
Raise your voice, break the spell, From the depths of this fiery hell.
Devil's pulse, relentless flame, Burning souls in his cruel game.
We rise, we fall, but still we fight, Caught in the storm of endless night.
In the silence, after screams subside, The devil waits with a sinister pride.
His pulse, a shadow, never gone, In the heart of darkness we carry on.