(ACT 7 part 2) ANA's TYRANNY (The Master's Leash)

gothic rock, gothic opera, dark theatrical waltz

[Aggressive, thunderous church pipe organ intro, fast driving heavy gothic waltz beat]

[verse] [FEMALE LEAD: Guttural low-pitched female contralto, heavy gravelly tone, menacing and deep]
You dare to hide away in mortal decay?
Did you think I wouldn't smell you drifting away?
I feel every tremor, 
every tug on the vine,
Whenever you threaten this bloodline of mine!
You wallow in squalor 
with a fleeting display,
Playing at human with a toy made of clay!

[MALE SPOKEN VOICE: Panicked, shocked deep baritone voice]
How did you find me, Anna?!

[Verse] [FEMALE LEAD: Deep sinister low-pitched female voice, heavy vocal fry]
The leash around your neck is anchored to me!
You are a parasite, you’ll never be free!
I felt your pathetic little dream from afar,
Rebelling against the dark god that you are.
You want a cure? 
You want to break from the pack?
I will personally drag your arrogant soul back!

[Chorus] [FEMALE LEAD: Guttural low-pitched female contralto, belting with heavy dark pitch]
I will put a sudden stop to this madness tonight!
I’ll tear his throat out right in your sight!
If you dare to touch whatever cure he has found,
I will bleed your little mortal into the ground!
He will never belong to you, look at the art—
You could never turn him, so I’ll rip out his heart!

[MALE SPOKEN WORDS: Desperate, yelling baritone]
Noooo! You wouldn't dare!

[BRIDGE] [FEMALE LEAD: Furious deep low-pitched female voice, masculine weight, aggressive spoken]
I made you in the shadows of eighteen-thirty-seven!
Do not talk to me of your short-lived heaven!

You belong to the dark, 
you belong to my veins,
I will crack your ribs 
to remind you of the chains!
Your love is a sickness, 
a mortal illusion,
And I am the cure for your pathetic confusion!

[OUTRO: Pipe organ slows into heavy, dark, rhythmic stabs]

[FEMALE LEAD: Deadly, deep low guttural whisper, gravelly and threatening]
Let the boy go, She-besh-tyen. Drop the design.
If you don't step in line, his life is mine.

[Massive aggressive pipe organ chord hit]
[End]

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[Aggressive, thunderous church pipe organ intro, fast driving heavy gothic waltz beat] [verse] [FEMALE LEAD: Guttural low-pitched female contralto, heavy gravelly tone, menacing and deep] You dare to hide away in mortal decay? Did you think I wouldn't smell you drifting away? I feel every tremor, every tug on the vine, Whenever you threaten this bloodline of mine! You wallow in squalor with a fleeting display, Playing at human with a toy made of clay! [MALE SPOKEN VOICE: Panicked, shocked deep baritone voice] How did you find me, Anna?! [Verse] [FEMALE LEAD: Deep sinister low-pitched female voice, heavy vocal fry] The leash around your neck is anchored to me! You are a parasite, you’ll never be free! I felt your pathetic little dream from afar, Rebelling against the dark god that you are. You want a cure? You want to break from the pack? I will personally drag your arrogant soul back! [Chorus] [FEMALE LEAD: Guttural low-pitched female contralto, belting with heavy dark pitch] I will put a sudden stop to this madness tonight! I’ll tear his throat out right in your sight! If you dare to touch whatever cure he has found, I will bleed your little mortal into the ground! He will never belong to you, look at the art— You could never turn him, so I’ll rip out his heart! [MALE SPOKEN WORDS: Desperate, yelling baritone] Noooo! You wouldn't dare! [BRIDGE] [FEMALE LEAD: Furious deep low-pitched female voice, masculine weight, aggressive spoken] I made you in the shadows of eighteen-thirty-seven! Do not talk to me of your short-lived heaven! You belong to the dark, you belong to my veins, I will crack your ribs to remind you of the chains! Your love is a sickness, a mortal illusion, And I am the cure for your pathetic confusion! [OUTRO: Pipe organ slows into heavy, dark, rhythmic stabs] [FEMALE LEAD: Deadly, deep low guttural whisper, gravelly and threatening] Let the boy go, She-besh-tyen. Drop the design. If you don't step in line, his life is mine. [Massive aggressive pipe organ chord hit] [End]

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