I drift between consciousness and fantasy
I wander from lies and reality
I am being pulled in every direction
A battle rages between truth and fiction
I come too, face on the cold stone floor
Demons all around, causing an uproar
Satan sits on his throne, grinning down at me
And Tesia sits beside him! What is this treachery?
At was all just a trick, Tesia’s love
All just a rouse to get me here
‘You have killed too many of my kin,’ he screamed
‘Now I’ll rip your soul out, you belong to me.’
But I knew all along
It was my way to get to Satan
Face to face
I drew up all the strength from hunters all around the world
The force burst from me and soon all the demons were dead
Including Tesia…
Finally, I turned to Satan
It was him, or it was me…
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017