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Devil's Cry
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Devil's Cry was released on June 21, 2026 by Order of XII as a part of the album Your God Is My Devil
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Release DateJune 21, 2026
LabelOrder of XII
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lylantz
Lylantz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
At-N Ausara-Lasaru
At-N Ausara-Lasaru
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lylantz
Lylantz
Producer

Lyrics

Mesmerized by those winter eyes
Behind what hibernates inside is a Devil's Cry
When the carnage can't suffice, I seek the ties that bind
Retribution on my mind, for I must provide
The most unholy holds a light of which shines inside
Whilst a beacon plagued by filth writhes and rots in time
I deserve commemoration for all I've sacrificed
Either your with me or being lowered to the other side
I'll lower you, bitch
I'm hella vocal now 'cause the stench is unbearable
I'm unbreakable and the least hateable
I do make a trick motherfucker anxious though
Quick to make you cry, so keep a hankey close
You can thank me so much for all I've done in hopes of getting further without drowning more
Behold, what I unveil for you
My scars reopened and fucking bare, how gross
Tossing and turning in my sleep
Somehow, the time moves slower and slower each growing moon
I want to win so much that I can't ever lose
I want everything, decided no need to pick and choose
I pick my rules, my wrist drips and drools
I'm the shit like stool
The fumes I combust stench the whole room
I'll rinse this wretched room in a crimson pool
Don't you dare think to test me, fool
Mesmerized by those winter eyes
Behind what hibernates inside is a Devil's Cry
When the carnage can't suffice, I seek the ties that bind
Retribution on my mind, for I must provide
The most unholy holds a light of which shines inside
Whilst a beacon plagued by filth writhes and rots in time
I deserve commemoration for all I've sacrificed
Either your with me or being lowered to the other side
Either your with me or not
Either you're born here to rot or take your shot towards the top
The peak there covered in frost
A Devil might cry out his heart
But won't find himself lost
This defect is a blessing and curse
And sometimes blessings do hurt
And a curse can reshape the worst on this earth
Instilled by purpose since birth
Yet what truly irks me is behind me now
The taste of fear replaced with furor
Dissapated shivers, serpent eyes with slithers
The wretched whispers have gotten clearer
What used to hurt me now can't anymore, not allowed
Not allowed
Can't anymore, not allowed
Can't anymore, not allowed
Mesmerized by those winter eyes
Behind what hibernates inside is a Devil's Cry
When the carnage can't suffice, I seek the ties that bind
Retribution on my mind, for I must provide
The most unholy holds a light of which shines inside
Whilst a beacon plagued by filth writhes and rots in time
I deserve commemoration for all I've sacrificed
Either your with me or being lowered to the other side
Written by: At-N Ausara-Lasaru
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