Crimson Chains of Liberty:
A Macabre Ode to the Price of Independence
Beneath the crimson sky ablaze with dread. On this cursed eve – where terrors tread.
The stars, once bright – now cast an eerie hue.
The stars, once bright – now cast an eerie hue.
As horrors awaken, the wicked and true.
In shadows deep where darkness reigns. The land now echoes with chilling refrains.
In shadows deep where darkness reigns. The land now echoes with chilling refrains.
A Twisted chorus of fear and despair. As nightmares dance upon this fateful lair.
The fireworks burst – a ghastly display.
Unleashing phantoms in a wicked array.
Their haunting lights, like spectral gleams. Illuminate the nightmares within our dreams.
From haunted shores to haunted hearts. A chilling wind whispers – as terror imparts.
The specters of history – relentless they roam. Binding our souls to this twisted home.
Each firework’s crackle – a scream unleashed.
As the twisted laughter of demons increased.
In the macabre dance, they find their delight.
Feeding on fear as day turns to night.
Beware the echoes of liberty’s call. For in this realm, where shadows befall.
The spirit of freedom is twisted and frayed.
A chilling reminder of the price once paid.
So gather my friends – with trepidation’s breath. Embrace the darkness for this is it’s depth.
A chilling reminder of the land’s haunting embrace.
May you enjoy a Wickedly Amaz Fourth.