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Hell's Bells
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Hell's Bells fue lanzado el 31 de octubre de 2025 por Justice Records como parte del álbum Darkness Falls
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Fecha de lanzamiento31 de octubre de 2025
Sello discográficoJustice Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM73

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Akua Kelsey
Akua Kelsey
Voces
Dark Outlaw
Dark Outlaw
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Antony Ware
Antony Ware
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Antony Ware
Antony Ware
Producción

Letra

Smoke on the mountain, blood in the creek
The night's so quiet, you can hear the devil speak
Boot prints fade in the red clay mud
Left by a sinner with fire in his blood
They said I was born with a curse in my veins
Whispers in the wind, callin' out my name
Preacher man tried, but he couldn't save me
I've danced too long with my own damn misery
Hell's bells ring in the holler tonight
A black crow's cry and a pale moonlight
Chains in the trees, and the cold wind moans
I walk this land with a heart of stone
No redemption, no farewell
Just smoke and ash and Hell's own bells
Mama said boy, don't play with fire
But the flames felt good, and the devil's a liar
I've carved my path through bone and sin
Now there ain't no church gonna let me in
Gun on my hip, ghosts in my wake
Every step forward is another mistake
I've burned all bridges, I've buried the truth
Now the wolves come callin' for a pound of proof
Hell's bells ring in the holler tonight
A black crow's cry and a pale moonlight
Chains in the trees, and the cold wind moans
I walk this land with a heart of stone
No redemption, no farewell
Just smoke and ash and Hell's own bells
You can't outrun what lives in your soul
I hear those bells every time I'm alone
A prayer won't fix what a bullet can't end
So I ride with shadows that call me friend
So lay my bones in a box of pine
Down where the snakes and the serpents dine
Don't speak my name, don't shed no tear
I made my peace with the devil last year
Hell's bells ring in the holler tonight
A black crow's cry and a pale moonlight
Chains in the trees, and the cold wind moans
I walk this land with a heart of stone
No redemption, no farewell
Just smoke and ash and Hell's own bells
Hell's bells… they're callin' me home
Where the sinners sleep and the righteous don't roam
Written by: Antony Ware
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