No Souls Anymore!

Demonhead

heavy drums

Demonhead

metal, distorted electric guitars, heavy bass, chilly, futuristic, dark, science fiction

[intro]
[drum solo hi-hats]
[drum solo snare roll]
[drum solo crash cymbals] 
[Build up]

(Verse 1) Deep in the shadowed wood, where ancient roots entwine, Men toiled with weary hands, ignoring Fate's design. They lingered in the twilight, their tasks left incomplete, Their souls a promised harvest, for the Lord of Dark's own feast. He watched from spectral towers, his patience wearing thin, Each dawdling step they took, a sin he would not let begin. His spectral hounds grew restless, his obsidian gaze did gleam, For time was his to master, and theirs a fading dream.

(Chorus) But the Lord of Souls, he waits no more, No gentle hand upon the door. His patience snapped, his fury woke, One sweeping curse, a final stroke! He gathers souls, a chilling tide, Where shadows reign and demons ride. Their dues are paid, their time is done, Sent to the Devil, every one!

(Verse 2) They thought the sun would rise, another day to waste, To carve a little slower, to savour every taste. Of freedom's fleeting moments, of laughter light and free, Unknowing of the darkness that stalked relentlessly. The whispers in the branches, the chill upon the breeze, Were warnings they had missed, lost in their idleness. He saw their slothful progress, their wilful, slow decay, And swore a swift accounting, to sweep their souls away.

(Bridge) The forest floor now trembles, with a power none can fight, A vortex opens wide, swallowing the light. No mercy will be granted, no plea will find an ear, Just the echo of their folly, and the grip of primal fear.

(Outro) Sent to the Devil, sent to the Devil, Their souls are his, forever hell. Sent to the Devil, sent to the Devil, Their dues are paid, their final knell.

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[intro] [drum solo hi-hats] [drum solo snare roll] [drum solo crash cymbals] [Build up] (Verse 1) Deep in the shadowed wood, where ancient roots entwine, Men toiled with weary hands, ignoring Fate's design. They lingered in the twilight, their tasks left incomplete, Their souls a promised harvest, for the Lord of Dark's own feast. He watched from spectral towers, his patience wearing thin, Each dawdling step they took, a sin he would not let begin. His spectral hounds grew restless, his obsidian gaze did gleam, For time was his to master, and theirs a fading dream. (Chorus) But the Lord of Souls, he waits no more, No gentle hand upon the door. His patience snapped, his fury woke, One sweeping curse, a final stroke! He gathers souls, a chilling tide, Where shadows reign and demons ride. Their dues are paid, their time is done, Sent to the Devil, every one! (Verse 2) They thought the sun would rise, another day to waste, To carve a little slower, to savour every taste. Of freedom's fleeting moments, of laughter light and free, Unknowing of the darkness that stalked relentlessly. The whispers in the branches, the chill upon the breeze, Were warnings they had missed, lost in their idleness. He saw their slothful progress, their wilful, slow decay, And swore a swift accounting, to sweep their souls away. (Chorus) But the Lord of Souls, he waits no more, No gentle hand upon the door. His patience snapped, his fury woke, One sweeping curse, a final stroke! He gathers souls, a chilling tide, Where shadows reign and demons ride. Their dues are paid, their time is done, Sent to the Devil, every one! (Bridge) The forest floor now trembles, with a power none can fight, A vortex opens wide, swallowing the light. No mercy will be granted, no plea will find an ear, Just the echo of their folly, and the grip of primal fear. (Outro) Sent to the Devil, sent to the Devil, Their souls are his, forever hell. Sent to the Devil, sent to the Devil, Their dues are paid, their final knell.

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