**Seven Minutes** (Albert Wesker's perspective) [Intro – 80 BPM, deep horror trance pulse, heavy technological trance layers building] [smug, condescending] "Chriisssss..." [Verse 1] STARS. captain, Umbrella's best, I played the hero like the rest! But Spencer's project made me more — A Wesker Child, what I was for! The prototype virus in my veins, Superhuman speed, the world in chains! I faked my death, I slipped away — The puppet master starts to play! [Chorus – heavy technological trance drop] COMPLETE! GLOBAL! SATURATION! I am the god of this creation! Uroboros, my grand design — This pathetic world will soon be mine! WESKER! [Verse 2] You chased me, Chris, from Raccoon's fall, Through mansion halls and desert squall! But I'm the one who forged your name — The architect of all your pain! Jill was mine, my puppet queen — The mind-control device, unseen! You think you've won? You never do — I'm always seven steps past you! [Chorus 2 – heavier] SEVEN MINUTES! That's my play! Seven minutes, then you pay! I am perfection, I am the peak — The strong survive, the mild are weak! WESKER! [Verse 3] Umbrella fell, but I remained, Their failures were the price they paid! Tricell, Excella, pawns I used — Then cast aside, their trust abused! The Uroboros virus calls — The strong ascend, the weak man falls! A culling of the human race — I'll put the worthy in their place! [Chorus 3 – massive] I AM A GOD! Can't you see? Evolution ends with me! The prototype, the perfect strain — I'll rule through pleasure, power, pain! WESKER! [Verse 4] You followed me to Africa's heat, Where ancient viruses still sleep! The volcano roars, the lava flows — But even here, my power grows! You think that fire can end my reign? I've felt far worse than mortal pain! Inject the serum, watch me rise — A god can never truly die! [Verse 5 – slower, smugger] They called me traitor, called me snake — But every move was mine to make! Spencer's vision, small and old — I dreamed in far more brutal gold! Not servants, Chris — a world reborn, Where only gods greet the dawn! You cling to morals, weak and blind — I left your species far behind! [Verse 6 – coldest, most arrogant] And if this body meets its end, My vision lives — it will not bend! The virus spreads, the plan's in place — You cannot stop the master race! History will speak my name with fear — The god who made the future clear! Complete. Global. Saturation. — My everlasting coronation! [Final Chorus – overwhelming] COMPLETE! GLOBAL! SATURATION! Even in death, my will remains — WESKER! FOREVER! REIGNS! [Outro – fading technological trance, smug whisper] "Seven minutes... is all I can spare... to play with you."
