Stupid chicken. Go away before i eat you.
Come away and hide where no one shall see...
And be whoever, whatever, you want to be.
Angels on wings of old have all blown away and have been sitting in the dark for over a good two years...
And Demons have began to stir restlessly from their hiding places looking for some harmful fun and torment.
And so we call upon you, you dead and passed angels, feverish demons, and those searching for a good round! Join The Demons Hideout, as we throw out our worries with never-ending good times! We are no Mary-sue trouble makers, or punk posers, we are good old chaps with creepy earing smiles and strange scuffed liquids in our grasps...With a allure so attractive to your simple morbid curiosities! Please welcome me in the Grand Opening to our splendid new joy!
Welcome me, to the Demon's Hideout
