THE BEST IN HELL E

Shadows creep, whispers grow. Drums hit deep, bass below. Choir hums, spirits moan. A march through fire, flesh to bone. Steel-toed boots on the devil's concrete. Horns in the distance, a phantom heartbeat. Hollow-eyed fiends where the crossroads meet. A soul gets weighed when the shadows eat. Ashes fall, charred wind blows. Voices chant where the darkness grows. Malevolent grin, teeth of gold. A crown of sin, empire sold. Step by step, the shadow march. Through the flames, the night grows harsh. Male choir hum, the devil's art. Blood on the drums, it tears apart. Gasoline skies, clouds burn slow. Moonlight drips where the serpents go. Rusted chains, echoes below. Time moves crooked, a broken flow. Tombs unlock, gates unhinge. Flesh to dust on a fiery binge. Sins get tallied, lives get pinched. No saints here, just the devil's fringe. Shadows creep. Whispers grow.