Mark Walton - A Match Made In Hell Lyrics

To wrap these two gods in love's darkest thread
Is more than just fire; we'll use stealth instead
After all she's the Night she's dark and she's cold!
And Hades is lost He needs to be bold!

Oh sure night is cold but this game's begun
Let loose the four horsemen let's get them to run
What's love after all just lust that has turned?
Let's add to this hellfire and see who gets burned

A match forged in brimstone where dark shadows dance
Let's tug at their heart strings let's give this a chance
Let's help this poor sap let's make his heart swell
Let's stir up the pot let's raise up some hell

She walks through flame untouched by the heat
Her gaze is so icy her depth can't be beat
He's friend zoned for sure he won't get a rise
It seems less like love but Respect in her eyes

But Eyes of ice can always break
When Hades glows bright her walls he will shake
We'll press the luck and roll the dice
His heart and her pride we can sacrifice

A match forged in brimstone where dark shadows dance
Let's tug at their heart strings let's give this a chance
Let's help this poor sap let's make his heart swell
Let's stir up the pot let's raise up some hell

Her heart is so still I doubt it will move
His head is aflame but where is his groove?
Respect is the crown she'll force him to wear
Her love is a flame that won't burn right there
Respect or true love i guess he could lose?
But let's stir this pot let's tighten the noose
Let's start the right rumours let's double his pain
Let's tie this guy down to this dark ball and chain

Oh Bold or not it's well worth the risk
Let's play with their fire let's get them to twist
A match made in hell for this we must try
But oh if we fail kiss our asses goodbye

A match forged in brimstone where dark shadows dance
Let's tug at their heart strings let's give this a chance
Let's help this poor sap let's make his heart swell
Let's stir up the pot let's raise up some hell