The crimson shadow coats this town, All tormented by the 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