DEVILISH TRIO — HELL’S GATE
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[Verse 1: BAKER]
It’s ya’ maker known as baker
Rid them with my infestation
Let my words eat at your mind
You fall to my manipulation
Causing harm with a vicious strike
From Tennessee the 3 we fight
We breakin down the walls of trends
Respect our walk and keep your life
Reach my peak within the night
Blood looks better in moonlight
A gruesome scene is what I like
The tales I leave are those of fright
Horror fascinated me since my early life
The smut it filled my appetite
The trash and gore it gave me sight
I desert my mind of faith
The crucifix I break
Upon the stone and free the snakes
Hallow words make em feel safe
But there ain’t no running from him
See the truth within his grace
The lies they feed come at abundance
Wipe y tears and grip yo nuts and fuckin man up to the system
Lost my first loved one and saw that life was just a business
Nothin last forever mane threw my passion leave a stamp with guts and blood I paint a picture of this world we’re living in
See the truth within a man no dignity he bites the hand
Just a two-faced nation politicians understand
They want the downfall of us all
Trapped on this tiny ball, shoot me into space and let me rot in darkness with the stars
[Verse 2: HYDRA]
Don’t fear the dead
The serpent crawls on through the crevice
Schizophrenic evil thoughts
Control the ways of every peasant
Whats the cost you put on life?
I see this world is just a mess
And so behold the antichrist
That crucifix will turn again
Fuck the church come feel my vengeance
All you priests shall burn in hell
We serve the goat our form is perfect
Feel the vibes of this collection
Reach inside and free yourself
The witch provides me with a message
All my walls are stained in blood
I can’t escape I’m on the edge
I’ve lost my mental
I believe the holy father is a lie
The hills of silence hold the truth so reach the top and soon you’ll find that pain and violence
Is the only way to cope
So burn the pig and feed the curse
The beast he calls upon the worthless
Death is comin for ya
Through the weeds, I travel forward
I can’t fall before your Jesus
On the altar sits my balls
And so I puff that devil smoke
To ease my hatred for your soul
This crooked ghost forever rots
Off in the dirt
I’m not alone
I got my brothers right behind me
Now the pentagram will close
And soon these angels shall be crawling at my feet
The sheep is folding
Once the wolf has sank his teeth within your flesh
There is no hope
The three will reap between the culture
Let your demons guide you home
This universe is closing
