[Intro] Beneath the moon, the cauldron burns, Old names wake as the world overturns. From ash and iron, from blood and brine— The Horned One rises. The night is mine. [Verse 1] Black wind howls through the standing stone, Roots of the world twist, bare and alone. Old roads bleed where the ravens fly, The Devil walks where the shadows lie. He wears the night like a tattered crown, Hooves on the hill as the stars bow down. A whisper in fire, a roar in the storm, The shape of sin that the saints reform. [Pre-Chorus] Drums like hearts in a chest of war, Chant of the lost at the devil’s door. Circle of iron, circle of flame, Call out the truth of his ancient name. [Chorus] Devil, Devil, Horned King of the Hollow Hills, Your shadow rides where the red moon spills. With Celtic fire and a tribal roar, We dance on the edge of the endless war. Devil, Devil, in the smoke we kneel, To the iron throne and the burning wheel. [Verse 2] He speaks in the crack of the lightning’s flash, In ruins of empires turned to ash. In every oath that the faithful break, In every lie for a kingdom’s sake. Pipes scream high like a battle cry, As the Devil laughs where the good men die. No god of heaven, no king of hell— Just the wild dark pulse that the prophets quell. [Pre-Chorus] Skin on skin in the ritual ring, Voices rise as the offerings swing. No cross can hold him, no chain can bind, He lives in the rage of the human mind. [Chorus] Devil, Devil, Horned King of the Hollow Hills, Your shadow rides where the red moon spills. With Celtic fire and a tribal roar, We dance on the edge of the endless war. Devil, Devil, in the smoke we kneel, To the iron throne and the burning wheel. [Bridge] Horned One, hear us. Fire-born, fear us. Old blood, old sin, Let the dark rite begin. Drumbeat, heartbeat, one and the same, We call you forth by your secret name. No savior, no judge, no heaven’s key— Just the storm in the soul that will never be free. [Instrumental] Tremolo guitars, blast beats, Celtic pipe solo, dark and icy. [Verse 3] He walks in cities of glass and steel, In deals we make that we never feel. In every hunger the law can’t tame, The Devil is just what we choose to name. Here in the circle of drum and flame, We give him form, we give him name. No master, no god, no final decree— Just the mirror of all we refuse to see. [Chorus] Devil, Devil, Horned King of the Hollow Hills, Your shadow rides where the red moon spills. With Celtic fire and a tribal roar, We dance on the edge of the endless war. Devil, Devil, in the smoke we kneel, To the iron throne and the burning wheel. Devil, Devil, when the dawn reveals, We carry your mark in our broken seals. With Celtic fire and a tribal scream, We are the dream in the Devil’s dream. [Outro] Horned King… Hollow Hills… Fire and iron… The Devil smiles. Ash to ash, and bone to bone, The night reclaims what we have sown. No prayer left, no light to steal— Only the turn of the burning wheel. Horned One, hear the final call, As moon and ember fade and fall. Your name in smoke, your mark in scar, We are the echo where you are. Hollow Hills… Hollow Hills… Fire still burns… Fire still burns… Devil walks… Devil walks… Through root and stone, through tide and thorn, The Horned King rides till the end of morn. And when the last star bleeds and dies, His laugh remains in the empty skies. Horned King… Hollow Hills… Fire and iron… The Devil… The Devil… The Devil… …smiles........
