Bust out the felchkin, This thing we doing gonna bring us to our knees. Bring us to our ruin, No turning back now, no escaping this fate. The fire burns hot, Consuming all in its path, devouring our souls. We danced with the devil, Now we pay the price, forever condemned. But we can't help but crave, The thrill of the danger, the rush of the sin. So we'll keep on dancing, Until our final breath, until the bitter end.