RED OFFERING

RED OFFERING Verse 1 Red offering sitting on the altar stone, Blood-red roses where the dead winds moan. Every demon gets a symbol of its own, Every nightmare gets a kingdom, every kingdom gets a throne. I bring them my anger, I bring them my fear, Every dark memory I've carried for years. The Goetic shadows suddenly appear, Whispering in riddles that nobody hears. Hook Red offering, black flame, smoke in my sight, Satanic fiction underneath the moonlight. Heavy Memphis bass shaking through the night, Demons turn to shadows when I step into the light. Verse 2 No human victim, no real-world pain, Only crimson imagery running through the frame. Every demon is a character, every curse is a name, I turn the darkest mythology into a sinister game.