*** Fourth song by my dictator persona Magnus Magnanimous, a pompous and bombastic dictator. Magnus is used as a satire to mock the growing number of dictators in the world, as well as all wannabe dictators of the world. Stand up against these people - always. Even if it is just by making funny songs that mock their actual silliness. *** [Intro – Sinister club bass, cymbals like shattered glass, flashing strobes] [Electric guitar riffs] [Choir] (We are flawless… eternal… incandescent… divine!) [booming, theatrical:] “Yes! Eternal! Indivisible! And yet… some of you misplaced your faith… and misplaced your footing from the window ledge.” "Hahahah!" [bass drops harder] [Verse 1 – Magnus, venomous and majestic] I forged this circle out of diamond fire, Sharper than knives, taller than choirs. Your lips exist to echo Me, Your hearts exist for loyalty. [mocking growl:] “And those who sang off-key with Me… Now decorate the pavements prettily.” [Chorus – Explosive glam-club stomp, shimmering guitars & synths] [Choir] (We are the Circle! Eternal! Divine! The chosen of Magnus, the flawless design! Raise up your glasses, your blood, your plea) "All of existence belongs to Me!" [Verse 2 – Magnus, swaggering threat] "The war is slow, but patience mine, Them are trembling, Not-Me aligns. But I—ha!—I deal the ace of flame, A puppet crowned in gaudy shame." [snarling, triumphant:] “In the United States of Gleam, My bots infest their every dream. Trumble Tremendous, fool of gold, Bows to Me, bought and sold!” [Chorus – Bigger, bass relentless] [Choir] (We are the Circle! Eternal! Divine! The chosen of Magnus, the flawless design! Raise up your voices, or vanish away) "Only the loyal survive My day!" [Bridge – Beat drops low, sinister glitter haze] [Magnus (whispering with menace):] “Sing, or plummet like a stone. Smile, or crumble to the bone. Every breath you take is Mine— Every death, My grand design.” [Choir, manic call-and-response – shortened] “Who commands?” [Choir] (MAGNUS!) “And who remains?” [Choir] (MAAAAAGNUS!) [Final Chorus – Frenzied, synths and guitars collide, glitter storm] [Choir] (We are the Circle! Eternal! Divine! The chosen of Magnus, the flawless design! Now with Trumble, the world shall see, All shall kneel—forever—to Me!) [Outro – Glitter echoes, bass fading into menace] [Choir, whispering like a broken record] (Me… Me… Me… eternal… eternal…) [soft, venomous chuckle:] “…The circle tightens. The circle shines.” [Instrumental fade out]
