Dance with me my dear On a floor of bones and skulls The music is our master The devil controls our soul Swirling and swirling The music all our turning
do you care? chorus Like walking in the park or dancing in the dark Just wanna hold you thruout the night Prince of fire, smooth desire, with your devil
the people danced tore at their clothes The sky was a fire and the oceans froze It wasn't a fable, it wasn't a hoax The seventeen devils speaking of
the twenty-fourth of May (Your birthday) I gather up your reins You filled me with a vengeance And you touched me with your breath I?m gonna pull you from this dance
shit in your head You are a fighter and devil in bet Chorus Helldriver come to me Stay with me, drive on with me Helldriver come to me Stay with me
man smiles At a thistle under a Poet's moon Under a Poet's moon there are angels crying, dead men born And devils laughing and the dance goes on regardless
devil, others call me Mystical like a crystal ball And if you step to me you'll take a fall Just like the Roman Empire Feel the wrath of a devil's hellfire
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah 2 night "Well, miss Vale" "Ever dance with the devil in the pale moon light?" "I always ask that of all my pray." "I just like the sound
mug Satan. Holy Spirit guide my words, because the gospel is hostile a young apostle moshing with monsters and conquering any obstacle. I break demons like break dancing
on with this muthafuckin' breakdown Bring down the whole town if you hear this sound I'm here again, stronger than ever Face of an angel, soul of a devil
When niggas try to switch, turn bitch for the cabbage But see all that's irrelevant, it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate I dance with the Devil
then the place where my mind is goin' Filled with songs that no one's knowin' And the devil in a hot pink dress Tryin' to ask me for one dance He think
this Only feel it For too long I have danced To your destiny No longer fill my head With empty dreams Of reality and gold Your reality For I am away
kings There's no honor amongst thieves, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound
your spots is really playin' so stay Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but keep it tight lip For we killa types get live with the mic check Hit 'em with
drinker, every dancer Lifts a happy face to thank her And the fiddler fiddles something so sublime All the women tear their blouses off The men they dance
mean streak two feet wide A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance