Book 2 [15] Let me explain

Avant-Garde Dark Cabaret Metal, Theatrical Black-Metal Waltz, Dark Folk

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[Verse 1]
[Dark-cabaret waltz rhythm in 3/4—dissonant acoustic guitars, erratic hand drums, and biting, articulate female singing]
Two lesser gods tore the cosmos apart,
Freezing creation and bleeding its heart!
So Kelemvor looked from his throne in the sky,
And crafted a spark that would make titans die!
Sweet little Finn was the daughter he sent,
A weapon of light for a world that was rent!
And YOU were his chosen! His iron and shield!
To guide the divine through the desolate field!

[Verse 2]
[Driving avant-garde black-metal riffs collide with theatrical cabaret drums and soaring, sarcastic vocals]
But what did your holy, corrupted church do?
They panicked in terror of dawn breaking through!
They ordered their butcher to swallow the beast,
And turned you into a ticking disease!
You murdered the dawn! You swallowed the flame!
And walked into battle, crippled and maimed!
A massive mistake that your god never willed—
Now look at the vessel of light that you killed!

[Chorus 1]
[Explosive avant-garde theatrical metal waltz—crushing blast beats, weeping violin dissonance, unhinged operatic shrieks, strictly zero choir]
THE UNIVERSE WAITS ON A FROZEN THREAD!
TIME STANDS AT ZERO UNTIL THESE GODS ARE DEAD!
YOU'RE TRAPPED IN THE CYCLE, YOU'RE CAGED IN THE TEST,
UNTIL YOU BRING PEACE TO THE DAUGHTER AT REST!
NO GRAVE IN THE SNOW, NO RELEASE FROM THE PAIN—
NOW DANCE WITH THE SHADOWS AND DO IT AGAIN!

[Verse 3]
[Frantic, mocking rhythm—scraping strings, heavy sub-bass pulses, and venomous yet playful delivery]
Every loop ends in the shedding of blood,
Your clerical ego dragged down in the mud!
You charge with your broadsword, you wallow in pride,
Slaughtering Finn as she stands at your side!
You think you're a martyr? A savior of grace?
You're just a blind puppet destroying the place!
And look at ME, darling! Look what I gained!
The sharpest intellect the Prime Soul ever trained!
The very first demon to ever take a name!
CARRION, the mistress consuming your shame!

[Chorus 2]
[Maximum volume and velocity—driving double-bass waltz, soaring operatic screams, bleeding guitar distortion, strictly zero choir]
THE UNIVERSE WAITS ON A FROZEN THREAD!
TIME STANDS AT ZERO UNTIL THESE GODS ARE DEAD!
YOU'RE TRAPPED IN THE CYCLE, YOU'RE CAGED IN THE TEST,
UNTIL YOU BRING PEACE TO THE DAUGHTER AT REST!
NO GRAVE IN THE SNOW, NO RELEASE FROM THE PAIN—
NOW DANCE WITH THE SHADOWS AND DO IT AGAIN!

[Outro]
[The heavy metal cuts away cleanly into a dark-cabaret waltz—creeping pizzicato cello, off-key music box, and soft hand drums]
[Carrion's voice, fully sung, playful, melodically cruel, sweet and mocking in theatrical nursery-rhyme delivery]
Oh, you were close, my little pet,
The sweetest prize you failed to get!
You held the weapon in your hand,
And drowned the spark in frozen land!
You drove the iron through her chest,
And put your final hope to rest!

And look at ME—the first "I" with a name,
The very first to play your game!
I wonder if another "I"
Will bring you back beneath this sky!
We shall see... oh, we shall see!
How long you drown in agony!

So close your eyes and pay your debt,
Have fun tumbling to the reset!
Try it again, little priestess...
TRY IT AGAIN!
[A sudden acoustic musical cutoff on the final word]
[Absolute silence]

[Fade out]

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[Intro] [A lone, dissonant music box melody plays over a dragging, weeping solo cello and arctic wind] [Carrion's voice, slow, intimate, whispered with theatrical malice and strange affection right into the ear] Why won't I let you die? [A soft, amused titter] Oh, little priestess... My poor little God-Eater... Let me explain this. [Verse 1] [Dark-cabaret waltz rhythm in 3/4—dissonant acoustic guitars, erratic hand drums, and biting, articulate female singing] Two lesser gods tore the cosmos apart, Freezing creation and bleeding its heart! So Kelemvor looked from his throne in the sky, And crafted a spark that would make titans die! Sweet little Finn was the daughter he sent, A weapon of light for a world that was rent! And YOU were his chosen! His iron and shield! To guide the divine through the desolate field! [Verse 2] [Driving avant-garde black-metal riffs collide with theatrical cabaret drums and soaring, sarcastic vocals] But what did your holy, corrupted church do? They panicked in terror of dawn breaking through! They ordered their butcher to swallow the beast, And turned you into a ticking disease! You murdered the dawn! You swallowed the flame! And walked into battle, crippled and maimed! A massive mistake that your god never willed— Now look at the vessel of light that you killed! [Chorus 1] [Explosive avant-garde theatrical metal waltz—crushing blast beats, weeping violin dissonance, unhinged operatic shrieks, strictly zero choir] THE UNIVERSE WAITS ON A FROZEN THREAD! TIME STANDS AT ZERO UNTIL THESE GODS ARE DEAD! YOU'RE TRAPPED IN THE CYCLE, YOU'RE CAGED IN THE TEST, UNTIL YOU BRING PEACE TO THE DAUGHTER AT REST! NO GRAVE IN THE SNOW, NO RELEASE FROM THE PAIN— NOW DANCE WITH THE SHADOWS AND DO IT AGAIN! [Verse 3] [Frantic, mocking rhythm—scraping strings, heavy sub-bass pulses, and venomous yet playful delivery] Every loop ends in the shedding of blood, Your clerical ego dragged down in the mud! You charge with your broadsword, you wallow in pride, Slaughtering Finn as she stands at your side! You think you're a martyr? A savior of grace? You're just a blind puppet destroying the place! And look at ME, darling! Look what I gained! The sharpest intellect the Prime Soul ever trained! The very first demon to ever take a name! CARRION, the mistress consuming your shame! [Chorus 2] [Maximum volume and velocity—driving double-bass waltz, soaring operatic screams, bleeding guitar distortion, strictly zero choir] THE UNIVERSE WAITS ON A FROZEN THREAD! TIME STANDS AT ZERO UNTIL THESE GODS ARE DEAD! YOU'RE TRAPPED IN THE CYCLE, YOU'RE CAGED IN THE TEST, UNTIL YOU BRING PEACE TO THE DAUGHTER AT REST! NO GRAVE IN THE SNOW, NO RELEASE FROM THE PAIN— NOW DANCE WITH THE SHADOWS AND DO IT AGAIN! [Outro] [The heavy metal cuts away cleanly into a dark-cabaret waltz—creeping pizzicato cello, off-key music box, and soft hand drums] [Carrion's voice, fully sung, playful, melodically cruel, sweet and mocking in theatrical nursery-rhyme delivery] Oh, you were close, my little pet, The sweetest prize you failed to get! You held the weapon in your hand, And drowned the spark in frozen land! You drove the iron through her chest, And put your final hope to rest! And look at ME—the first "I" with a name, The very first to play your game! I wonder if another "I" Will bring you back beneath this sky! We shall see... oh, we shall see! How long you drown in agony! So close your eyes and pay your debt, Have fun tumbling to the reset! Try it again, little priestess... TRY IT AGAIN! [A sudden acoustic musical cutoff on the final word] [Absolute silence] [Fade out]

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