The Hell Guitarist

《地獄吉他手》(Hell's Guitarist)

Rusted strings... blood-stained hands...
The devil's tuning fork... demands...

Check the mic, one-two, this ain't no praise and worship
This is fretboard fire, straight out the burning crypt
I sold my soul for a pentatonic lick
Now every power chord is a coffin nail I hit
They told me slow down kid, you're breaking every string
I told 'em watch this solo make the congregation sing

The metronome keeps laughing... 222 BPM
My calluses are bleeding... but I can't feel them... amen

Cry out! In the void I burn!
Every riff is a tombstone I never earned!
Strings on fire! I break the throne!
This is hell's guitar... and I'm not going home!

Grinch of the groove, I steal the silence in the room
With a harmonic squeal that makes the speakers go kaboom
Six strings, six bullets, one magazine of hate
I'm picking faster than the arrow of time, this is my fate
Don't need a prayer, just a Marshall stack
And a one-way ticket to the cul-de-sac

The devil's clapping... from the mountaintop
One last scream... from a broken box... I can't stop

Cry out! In the void I burn!
Every riff is a tombstone I never earned!
Strings on fire! I break the throne!
This is hell's guitar... and I'm not going home!

One note... just one wrong note... to end it all
But the feedback... the feedback is my only call

Cry out! Louder! In the void I burn!
Every riff is a tombstone I never earned!
Strings on fire! Break them! I break the throne!
This is hell's guitar... and I'm not going home!

Fingers bleed... but they won't stop
This is hell's guitar...
Let me... let me... burn