The crimson shadow coats this town
All tormented by a buzzing sound
Eldritch powers long bygone
From my sleeves will all be drawn
Weak, old souls all shine so dim
As the show I staged turns to a "Hazbin"
Serene mortals walk the earth
Oblivious to their dire rebirth
A brand new start, a newborn heart
To take, to twist, to rip apart
Search for my voice, follow my beacon
And soon you'll run into the Radio Demon