[Intro] [The sound of a radio dial frantically spinning. Bursts of the Cleric’s pipe organ bleed through the white noise. A slow, heavy dub bass kicks in. A distorted, weeping melodica melody floats over the top.] [Verse 1] I was surfing the waves of a dead-air night When the sky turned a shade of a poisonous light The dial started screaming, the speakers began to bleed I caught a transmission that nobody should read. It wasn't a song, and it wasn't a prayer It was the sound of the atoms dissolving the air The Cleric is humming a meltdown tune And he’s aiming the fire at the ghost of the moon. [Chorus] [The bass swells. The vocals are layered and echoing, sounding like they’re being broadcast from every speaker in the city at once.] Oh, can you hear the warning in the wire? The signal’s turning into Demonfyre! I’m calling the scavengers, the broken, and the bold Before the final story of the world is told! (Tune it in! Wake them up!) [Echoing, dub-style vocal delay] (There’s a bitter poison in the silver cup!) [Verse 2] [The beat maintains a steady, "Clint Eastwood" style trot. A glitchy, high-frequency "pinging" sound repeats like a radar.] To the one with the pact and the many-eyed shadow To the titan who walks through the concrete meadow To the girl with the garden in the drainage pipe And the rogue in the glitch when the timing is ripe. The Paladin’s penance has just begun We need the iron to block out the second sun I’m bridging the frequencies, I’m locking the gate Better move fast before the signal is late. [Bridge] [The music strips back to a rhythmic, ticking clock and a deep, vibrating sub-bass.] This isn't a pirate play, this isn't a game He’s calling the spirits by a nuclear name! Scavenge your courage, solder your soul We’re the only ones left who can take back control! (Broadcast... wide... open...) [The sound of a massive electrical surge] (Broadcast... wide... open!) [Chorus] Oh, can you hear the warning in the wire? The signal’s turning into Demonfyre! I’m calling the scavengers, the broken, and the bold Before the final story of the world is told! [Outro] [The drum beat slows and becomes muffled, as if heard through a wall. The melodica plays one final, desperate minor chord.] (Find the station...) (Find each other...) (The glow is coming...) [The audio snaps into a sharp, piercing Geiger counter click that suddenly stops.]
