가사
(Verse 1)
On a desolate road, under a blood-red sky,
A Hungarian soldier walks, with a heavy sigh.
Battle-worn and weary, from the front he returns,
But little does he know, a fiery lesson he'll learn.
(Pre-Chorus)
In the shadow of twilight, the Devil appears,
Challenging the soldier, amidst his fears.
"Prepare me a meal," the devil demands,
In the fire of the night, where darkness expands.
(Chorus)
Infernal exorcism, in the soldier's pot,
He stirs and he stirs, his fate is wrought.
With each simmering broth, the devil's eyes gleam,
But little does he know, it's the Evil's last dream.
(Verse 2)
With memories of home, and his mother's grace,
The soldier conjures a recipe, from a familiar place.
In the depths of his pot, the inferno ignites,
A soup so hot, it challenges devil's might.
(Pre-Chorus)
As the devil tastes, his throat start to burn,
The soldier's soup, a lesson he'll learn.
Cursed by the heat, the devil screams in pain,
In the soldier's kitchen, the devil's slain.
(Chorus)
Infernal exorcism, in the soldier's pot,
He stirs and he stirs, his fate is wrought.
With each simmering broth, the devil's eyes gleam,
But little does he know, it's Evil's last dream.
(Bridge)
With a fiery resolve, the soldier stands tall,
Defying the devil, he'll never fall.
For he has conquered the demon, with his mother's grace,
In the heart of the inferno, he'll claim his rightful place.
(Guitar Solo)
(Chorus)
Infernal exorcism, in the soldier's pot,
He stirs and he stirs, his fate is wrought.
With each simmering broth, the devil's eyes gleam,
But little does he know, it's Evil's last dream.
(Outro)
So beware the Hungarian soldier, with his pot of fire,
For in his hands, the devil's end is dire.
In the depths of his kitchen, he'll brew his final brew,
Infernal exorcism, his victory true!
