[Style: sympho-Industrial orchestral choral, dark electro, epic choir, heavy strings, driving marching beats, 90 BPM, menacing low male vocals] [Intro] [Epic sinister choir chanting in Latin] [Choir] (Ahhh-ahhh) [Solo] Hmmmm [Choir] (Ahhh-ahhh) [Solo] Ahhh [Heavy industrial beat kicks in, interpolating Woland's March theme] [Verse 1] He comes in black glass, Smiling with no heat. Shoes never hurry, But the cold room freezes deep. A cat at his heel, Eyes like broken glass. He reads your little lies As your seconds pass. [Pre-Chorus] Now [Choir] the air goes thin, And [Choir] the floorboards creak. You hear your own name From the shadows as they speak. He says, [Choir] "Go on, choose," Then he laughs so slow. Your mouth turns to dust When the shadows grow. [Chorus] [Heavy bass drop] [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! He knows your fear, he sees your fear! [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! You cannot run from what is near! Ehhhhh-Ahhhhhh! [Violin scream] (Eeeeeeee) [Verse 2] He pours out ruin In a silver cup. Makes kings look like beggars When he just looks up. He never needs force, Just a glance, a pause. Your brave little prayers Torn apart by his jaws. [Pre-Chorus] [Choir]: Now the air goes thin, and the floorboards creak. [Choir]: You hear your own name from the shadows as they speak. [Choir]: He says, "Go on, choose," [Solo]: Then he laughs so slow. [Solo]: Your mouth turns to dust [Choir]: When the shadows grow. [Chorus] [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! He knows your fear, he feels your fear! [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! You cannot run from what is near! [Bridge] [Beat drop] If you beg, he leans in. If you boast, he grins. He collects your masks And returns your sins. [Spoken Word, deep voice] [Choir rising]: [1] Ahhh [2] Ahhh [3] Ahhh [4] Ahhh [5] Ahhh [6] Ahhh "Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he is sometimes SUDDENLY mortal, that’s the trick!" [Build-up] [Choir starts rising in intensity: Ah-Ah AH-AH-AHHHH!] [Choir]: The trap has been set, [Choir]: The clock starts to strike, [Choir]: Annushka spilled what you [Choir]: never will like. [Solo]: The oil is burning, [Solo]: The track has been cleared, [Solo]: You’re losing your head to the entity feared! [Strings Timpani and Orchestral Solo] [Massive climax: strings and heavy distorted cellos playing the main theme from Woland's March] [Final Chorus] [Full power choir and explosive beat] [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! He knows your fear, he made your fear! [Choir]: Woland is here (Woland is here) Woland is here! The oil is spilled, your end is near! [Outro] [Whispered voice] Annushka has already spilled it... [Fading sinister choir and ticking clock] [End]
