In the nocturnal ballad where shadows stretch long, the lyrics weave a tale of bewitching allure and caution. The alluring whispers of the witching hour spark a fire, tempting with eyes like kerosene that see straight through to one's soul 🌌. Yet amidst this intoxicating charm, a warning bell tolls: the games we play with the Devil yield no good harvest. Entranced by fleeting romance and reckless abandon, the song echoes with a stark reminder—when the clock strikes twelve, clarity fades, and sweet illusions morph into painful truths. It's a dance on the razor’s edge, captivating but fraught with peril. As dusk sneaks into dawn, one recalls a simple yet profound truth: nothing good hides in the shadows after midnight ⚠️. #DevilsGame #AfterMidnight
