Demon Cat Reign
(purrrrrr) Down in the furnace where the red lights glow,
A green-eyed queen runs the after-show.
She climbed past princes,
thieves, and damned, With a flick of her tail and a deck
in her hand. Nine little lives and a thousand-ton throne,
A leather collar, a kingdom of bone.
The sinners line up when the midnight bells ring,
To bargain their souls with Hell’s newest queen.
She purrs, “Come closer,
don’t be shy, Sign on the line and kiss goodbye.
Every promise you thought you could keep— I’ll collect my due while
you’re counting sheep.”
Make a deal tonight,
Dance with the demon in the candlelight.
Claw marks, contracts, a wicked refrain,
She’ll trade you glory for a lifetime of pain.
Bow to the queen,
The sharpest little demon Hell has seen.
She’s got the power,
she’s got the flair,
And a sinner’s signature gets her everywhere.
A banker came begging for rivers of gold,
A poet for beauty that never grows old.
A king wanted thunder,
a thief wanted grace— She gave them exactly what fit their case.
Then she Sits on her throne with a satisfied grin,
While the ink turned to smoke and the bells started to spin.
“Your wish is my pleasure,
your fate is my fee.
The fine print is simple: you belong to me.”
She purrs, “Come closer,
don’t complain. Every jackpot comes with a chain.
You can run, you can hide,
you can pray to the sky,
But my little Sigil never tells a lie.”
Nine lives rising, nine bells chime,
She stole the crown one soul at a time.
The old lords tremble,
the lost souls cheer,
When the demon cat makes her entrance here.
With a swish and a scratch and a saucy little stare,
She owns every shadow,
every smoky affair. No pitchfork,
no sermon, no fire below— Just leather gloves and a velvet “no.”
She’s counting your secrets under red light.
Snap your fingers, stomp your feet— The queen of damnation brings the
heat.
Hands on the table,
eyes burning bright, She’s dealing out doom till the end of the
night. One little whisper,
one final attack— Sign with your soul,
and there’s no turning back.
Make a deal tonight,
Dance with the demon in the candlelight.
Claw marks, contracts, a wicked refrain,
She’ll trade you glory for a lifetime of pain.
Bow to the queen,
The sharpest little devil Hell has seen.
She’s got the power,
she’s got the flair,
And a sinner’s signature gets her everywhere.
Make a deal tonight,
Let the tailed shadow take the spotlight.
Raise up your glass to the queen of the flame— Demon Cat
Ronix, remember the name.
Purr in the darkness,
bells in the black,
Once she has your soul,
she never gives it back.
The furnace is glowing,
the night draws near— Bow to the queen of the coming year. (purrrrrr)