New Orleans´s strange fruit

Verso 1:
Beneath Crescent City's blood-red sky,
Shadows dance where the dead lie,
Ghosts whisper in the alleyways,
Darkness hides in the moon's haze.
Refrão:
Darkness falls, the swamp’s embrace,
In the gloom, a hidden place,
Blood will spill where shadows trace,
Monsters lurk in the night’s face.
Verso 2:
Las Vegas burns with neon’s flare,
A wasteland’s cry in the desert air,
But New Orleans, with its mist,
Hides its dangers in the twist.
Refrão:
Darkness falls, the swamp’s embrace,
In the gloom, a hidden place,
Blood will spill where shadows trace,
Monsters lurk in the night’s face.
Ponte:
Shadows fade where the moonlight’s cold,
Stories of woe that are never told,
Mansions sigh with a spectral breath,
Swamps whisper secrets of death.
Verso 3:
The end begins where the swamp sways,
Darkness rises in hidden ways,
It storms to Vegas, a fiery haze,
But here, the night forever stays.
Refrão:
Darkness falls, the swamp’s embrace,
In the gloom, a hidden place,
Blood will spill where shadows trace,
Monsters lurk in the night’s face.
Final:
Feel the dark, let it consume,
New Orleans trembles in its tomb,
The hunt ignites, the night’s our own,
In the shadows, we are known.