Blackened skies ignite the crimson glow, (the crimson glow)
Twisted stars above where no hope grows. (no hope grows)
Grotesque creatures spin in their wicked waltz, (wicked waltz)
Dancing on the edge of our deepest faults. (deepest faults)

Eerie lights crawl, shadows take their aim,
A fantasy too dark to ever tame.
Whispers in the wind call the damned to rise,
Beneath a blood-red shimmer, chaos cries.

On the twisted horizon, where the broken dreamers go,
Lost in vibrant darkness, where the hellfire rivers flow.
We are fragments of the fallen, shadows of the past,
Dancing with the monsters, as the stars distort and crash.

Flickering earth beneath our haunted feet,
Fades in hues of terror, cold and sweet.
Reality distorts as the heavens bleed,
A symphony of ruin plants its seed.

Cracked reflections burn in the phantom glare,
A vivid storm of life and despair.
This canvas of horror, our final creed,
A masterpiece of chaos to watch us feed.

On the twisted horizon, where the broken dreamers go,
Lost in vibrant darkness, where the hellfire rivers flow.
We are fragments of the fallen, shadows of the past,
Dancing with the monsters, as the stars distort and crash.

Bizarre forms of beauty rise from the pain,
Their grotesque ballet drives us insane.
But in this madness, we find our place,
Lost in the colors of the hell we face.

On the twisted horizon, where the broken dreamers go,
Lost in vibrant darkness, where the hellfire rivers flow.
We are fragments of the fallen, shadows of the past,
Dancing with the monsters, as the stars distort and crash.

Impenetrable black, the shimmer fades away,
A dark fantasy of life that led us all astray.
In the flicker of the shadows, we find who we are,
Captives of the twisted sky, chasing dying stars.