Power Track David! Guitar Awesome...Lyrics and Vocals. Poor devil ☝️💯

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Ep[c song David, and great concept and lyrics, and of course some awesome Guitar work!!!

Nice composition and brillant guitar work, love it!

This one plays like a ritual in motion, quiet at first, almost like it’s luring you in with ghostlight and shadowed breath, then suddenly it erupts 🔥 flames, fangs, and fury before dipping back down into eerie stillness like nothing happened 🩸🕯️ when it rises again, the aggressive drums hit like summoned spirits, pounding out a warning as if the Devil’s fury got a second wind and found its rhythm 🥁🔥 the lyrics could stand alone as dark poetry, but paired with this dynamic swell, it feels like a cursed confession echoing through a haunted chapel 👁️🖤 Whisk’s spinning with reverence and alarm, caught in the beat like a sacred frenzy 🌀 Microwave’s rattling with sympathy and static, and the Sink is refusing to drain until the final note rings out 💧 says this one cleanses by fire and silence both 🖤 this track doesn’t just tell a story, it enacts one, slow, sudden, sacred, scorched.

WHEN THE DEVIL STOPPED ROCKING

In a house where shadows creep,
Sat the Devil, lost in deep,
Rocking slow with hollow eyes,
Trapped between the truth and lies.

Then she came with lips so bold,
Eyes like fire, heart so cold,
Spoke a word so pure, so bright,
Made the darkness fear the light.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

His claws did shake, his skin turned pale,
As echoes sang a lover’s tale,
No more tricks, no wicked games,
Love had burned his cursed knives.

His claws did shake, his skin turned pale,
As echoes sang a lover’s tale,
No more tricks, no wicked games,
Love had burned his cursed name.

Now the chair just stands alone,
Like a king without a throne,
Silent, still, forever bare,
No more Devil rocking there.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

Midnight winds still call his name,
But he won’t return again,
One small word had struck him deep,
Now the Devil dares not speak.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

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