THE MASQUE (OF THE RED FUCKING DEATH) Screamo / Metalcore (Intro – whispered/rasped) Lock the doors and choke the light, Let the plague starve in the night… (DOWN-TUNED BREAK — SCREAM) NO WALL CAN SAVE YOU WHEN DEATH IS AT YOUR FUCKING FEET! ⸻ (Verse 1 — harsh screams / alternating growls) Seven rooms of twisted color, Dripping fear like poisoned wine. Prince Prospero thinks he’s god here— Let the fucking peasants die. Dance beneath the lacquered ceilings, Laugh to drown the distant cries, But every step is ticking louder, Doom reflected in your eyes. ⸻ (Pre-Chorus — half-clean, tense) You can hide inside your pleasure, Drape your sins in velvet red… But every breath is borrowed treasure— You’re already fucking dead. ⸻ (Chorus — full screaming, layered) THE MASQUE! THE MASQUE! LET THE RED DEATH TAKE YOU BACK! Paint the walls with royal blood, Let the black clock mark the flood. NO ESCAPE! NO GODDAMN LAST BREATH— EVERY MASK FALLS TO THE RED FUCKING DEATH! ⸻ (Verse 2 — mid-tempo fury) Stranger dressed in blood and shadow, Face like plague-borne decay, Walking slow through trembling bodies, Yet no one dares to look away. Prospero screams, “UNMASK THAT DEMON!” Chases death into the room, Through the black hall where the heartbeat Pounds the rhythm of your doom. ⸻ (Breakdown — drop F#, deep gutturals) (Whisper) Touch the shroud… Feel the chill… He’s not a man— He’s death come real… (FULL BREAKDOWN — SCREAM) EMPTY CLOTHES DROP TO THE FLOOR NO BODY! NO LIFE! JUST THE SICK FUCKING SPORE! Bleeding air you cannot breathe, Coughing out your final scream! ⸻ (Chorus — bigger, darker, doubled screams) THE MASQUE! THE MASQUE! LET THE RED DEATH TAKE YOU BACK! Paint the walls with royal blood, Let the black clock mark the flood. NO ESCAPE! NO GODDAMN LAST BREATH— EVERY MASK FALLS TO THE RED FUCKING DEATH! ⸻ (Bridge — spoken growl over dissonant guitars) Clock strikes twelve… Time runs dry… Even kings and cowards die. Close the doors, Seal your fate, Death arrives— And he never shows up late. ⸻ (Final Breakdown / Outro — catastrophic drop) BOW TO THE PLAGUE BOW TO THE GRAVE NO RICH MAN LIVES WHEN THE POOR CAN’T BE SAVED Your palace falls— YOUR VEINS TURN BLACK! Every last soul Ain’t coming back! (Last scream) THE RED DEATH CLAIMS YOU ALL!
