[Style: Epic Gangster Rap Symphony, switching between Heavy Metal, 70s Disco-Funk, and Voodoo-infused Hip-Hop] [Intro] [The sound of a heavy vinyl needle drop, followed by a menacing, down-tuned, looping guitar riff. A slow, hard-hitting beat kicks in. The stage is dark, lit by barrel fires. Papa Midnight stands before his congregation of disillusioned citizens.] [Part I: The Sermon of Steel] [The music is a heavy, almost industrial rap-metal groove.] [Papa Midnight - vocals are a rhythmic, aggressive, spoken-word rant] Y'all came to me broken, cryin' 'bout what's fair Prayin' for a savior to answer your prayer You played the nice guy, you walked the Wizard's line And all you got was a boot heel on your spine You think she wants your heart? Your feelings? Your soul? That's just a weakness that she can control! In this new world, there's only one hard rule The one who cares the least is the one who's never the fool! [Chorus 1] [The music explodes into a full-on Heavy Metal anthem. Papa Midnight's voice is a raw, shouted roar.] [Papa Midnight and The Crowd] THEY ONLY WANT THE THINGS THEY CANNOT HAVE! SO I TREAT 'EM LIKE THEY'RE GARBAGE AND THEY COME CRAWLIN' BACK! THIS AIN'T NO FAIRY TALE, THIS AIN'T NO DREAM! THIS IS THE GOSPEL OF THE NEW EXTREME! [Part II: The Seduction of Funk] [The heavy metal abruptly cuts off. A smooth, infectious 70s Disco-Funk groove begins, with a funky bassline and shimmering keyboards. The stage lighting shifts to a vibrant, pulsating disco. Papa Midnight's voice becomes a smooth, charismatic funk tenor.] [Papa Midnight] But hey, now, baby, don't you look so sad Forget the nightmares that you've had The prophets scream of suns and doom But there's a party in this room! Forget the buzzer, forget the code Let's lighten up this heavy load! Why worry 'bout a dying star When you can dance right where you are? [Chorus 2] [The music is a full-blown, high-energy disco track with synth horns and backup singers.] [Papa Midnight and a Choir of "Nameless Ghouls"] You got that burnin' desire! (Oh yeah!) Setting your passion on fire! (Takin' it higher!) Turnin' your heart to live wire! Groove with me in the funeral pyre! [Part III: The Voodoo Declaration] [The disco track glitches, distorts, and fades into a dark, gritty, East Coast hip-hop beat with the subtle, syncopated rhythm of Haitian Vodou drums. Papa Midnight's persona shifts again—he is now the ancient, deadly serious kingpin.] [Papa Midnight - vocals are a commanding, gravelly, gangster rap flow] Enough. The party's over. Time for the truth. I seen three centuries of wasted youth I built my throne on these concrete veins And mastered all the mortal pains The Singularity, it thinks in code While I collect the souls you owed The Revolutionary screams his lines While I got zombies guarding my shrines [Chorus 3] [The Voodoo-infused hip-hop beat is at its most powerful and menacing.] [Papa Midnight] Round here, the sun don't shine 'til I say so Got spirits on the payroll, watch your ego This city's mine, the final law is spoken The sacred circle can't be broken... 'cause I broke it From the cradle to the grave, it's the Midnight way Cross my path... you'll be the price you pay [Outro] [The music fades back to the single, menacing guitar riff from the beginning. The Voodoo drums echo underneath. Papa Midnight's voice is a final, confident whisper.] [Papa Midnight] So you see... The game has layers. The flesh needs to dance... the heart needs to fear... and the soul... (He chuckles) The soul just needs a master. And Midnight... always reigns. [The haunting chime of a grandfather clock strikes twelve. The final riff cuts to silence.] [End]
