Sin and Cinderella

Hell is Home
Is a hell of a song to sing
Celebrating the death of everything
The putrid scent of whats decomposed
Coats the walls in an acoustic prose
Seething cries of morbid desire
Froth with blood over feral fire
Higher still were the dancing flames
Tantric embers we fought to tame
Lost and found in the poetry of chaos
Seducing a victory for our sultry seance
We rolled and rumbled weaving our strings
Into an instrument of pain for beauty to sing
Beset by fear and anxious tune
We waltzed on air with the stars and moon