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“Devil Came Collecting” is a gritty Dark Country Anthem about addiction, debt, and the moment you finally stop paying with your life. Set under neon buzz and barroom smoke, this cinematic Western track paints the Devil as a quiet collector—no gun, no shouting—just receipts, habits, and the names of who we are. As the chain rattles and the cravings rise, the song follows a man who pours it out, draws a line, and chooses truth over “one more round.” Raw vocals, outlaw tension, and a midnight prayer with a bell and silence—this is redemption that shakes in your hands but stands on your feet. 💬 “The Devil’s interest is your habit—break the habit, break the debt.” 🎵 Dark Country Anthem by Bellthorn 🔔 Subscribe for more outlaw country storytelling and redemption songs. #darkcountry #outlawmusic #cinematicmusic #countrygothic #countryrock #cinematicwestern #bellthorn Lyric: “Devil Came Collecting” [Hook – 2 lines] The Devil came collecting in the back of that bar— Not with a gun… with the names of who we are. [Verse 1] Neon buzzing like a crooked prayer, Smoke on my coat, dust in the air. I said “just one” like I always do, Like “just one” don’t turn into two. He slid in quiet on a chair by the wall, Black hat low like a funeral call. Didn’t raise his voice, didn’t start a fight— Just smiled and asked for my soul tonight. [Pre-Chorus] He keeps receipts in the bottom of a glass, Counts every promise I let him pass. Said “Boy, you signed when you chose that door— I’m not here for mercy… I’m here for more.” [Chorus] Devil came collecting—hear the chain rattle loud, He wants his interest paid in fear and proud. But I’m done feeding him my “one more round,” I pour it out and let the truth hit ground. Devil came collecting—I won’t kneel to the lie, I’d rather shake sober than live and die. [Verse 2] There’s a mirror by the restroom, cracked and mean, Shows the man I am and the man I’ve been. I got love I broke and time I stole, And a heart that’s tired of being sold. He said “You can run, you can change your name, But every road ends up the same.” So I stood up slow with my hands still tight, Like leaving the bottle was leaving a life. [Pre-Chorus] He whispered, “Son, you’re mine by choice,” But he only owns me if I obey his voice. So I draw a line with a spilled-out drink— If he wants my future, he can watch me think. [Chorus] Devil came collecting—hear the chain rattle loud, He wants his interest paid in fear and proud. But I’m done feeding him my “one more round,” I pour it out and let the truth hit ground. Devil came collecting—I won’t kneel to the lie, I’d rather shake sober than live and die. [Bridge – oración / ritual] Lord, ring one bell for the nights I lost, Ring two for the love I burned to frost. Let the silence hold me when the cravings rise, When my old excuses wear a new disguise. (1 beat silence) Devil, take your ledger, take your velvet grin— You can’t collect from me… if I quit giving in. [Ending – short] Dawn hit the street like a hard, clean sound— And my boots kept walking… when I didn’t look down. [Final Chorus] Devil came collecting—hear the chain rattle loud, He wants his interest paid in fear and proud. But I’m done feeding him my “one more round,” I pour it out and let the truth hit ground. Devil came collecting—I won’t kneel to the lie, I’d rather shake sober… than live and die. [Quote] “The Devil’s interest is your habit— break the habit, break the debt.”