BUDGER

Steel boots march on hollow ground. Smoke and shadows All around. A devil's grin, a crooked crown. Feel the heat, feel it pound. Whispers in the dark, they call my name. The bassline hits, ignites the flame. Flame, flame, flame, fla-fla-fla-fla-fla-fla-fla. March of the devil, Step in line. Death's on the beat, It's mine, it's mine. Distorted screams, they twist and bind. March of the devil, no rewind-wind-wind-wind. Crimson skies, a burning tide, Oh. The bass drops low, Nowhere to hide, oh. Rusted chains, they swing and bite, Oh. Memphis echoes, darkness night, Night. Tick, tick, tock, the clock strikes doom. Bassline echoes through the room. Epic chaos, it will consume. Boom, boom, boom, let it bloom, Bloom, bloom, bloom, bloom, bloom. T-t-t-t-t-t-t-March of the devil, Step in line. Death's on the beat, It's mine, it's mine. Distorted screams, they twist and bind. March of the devil, no rewind-wind-wind-wind. Wind-wind.