The Phantasmic (Live)

Neue Deutsche Härte, Industrial Metal, Aggrotech, EBM

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[Singer Ad-lib]
(Voice is a deep, commanding, raw female shout)
Are you ready for this?!
I can't fucking hear you!

[Verse 1]
(Singer stalks the stage, vocals are half-shouted, half-sung, full of grit)
My eyes have seen the strangest things!
Ghostly beings and vampiric flings!
But that which I have held most close...
Is that which to me, means the MOST!

(Singer points aggressively at the crowd)
For I have sought out the odd and weird!
Strange creatures, and books men FEAR!
I can't help but love the creepy and SICK!
I just have an attraction to the Phantasmic!

[Pre-Chorus Ad-lib]
(Singer leans into the mic, whispering menacingly)
You want it?
You want the fucking weird?
THEN SHOW ME!

[Chorus]
(The guitars become a solid wall of noise. The crowd is pogoing, frantic.)
(Singer) THE PHANTASMIC!
(Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!**
(Singer) THE PHANTASMIC!
(Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!**

(Singer)
I want the weird!
The wild!
The strange!
I want the Phantasmic!
The Phantasmic!
I will always go afar!
To seek out the BIZARRE!
THE PHANTASMIC!

[Crowd Roar]
(Massive cheer and applause as the verse riff kicks back in)

[Verse 2]
(Singer sounds even more unhinged, frantic)
I've been to shops where magic's REAL!
And it can be had for quite the DEAL!
It really all depends on how you FEEL!
When you know it's someone's FATE YOU SEAL!
I've delved into forgotten tombs seeking LORE!
And broken the binds of the astral as never BEFORE!

[Guitar Solo]
(The guitarist steps forward. The solo isn't technical, it's pure fucking attitude—a simple, melodic, powerful lead that screams over the chugging riff. The crowd claps along to the beat, fists in the air.)

[Singer Ad-lib over Solo]
Yeah! FUCK YES!
MAKE SOME NOISE!
(Crowd screams)

[Bridge]
(The music cuts abruptly. A deep bass drone and an atmospheric synth pad. The warehouse is dark, lit only by strobes. The crowd is breathing heavily, waiting.)
(Singer's voice is a low, menacing, processed whisper)
I've gathered artifacts... relics... from across the globe...
(Pause)
...and sought out the items... needed to kill your fucking hope...

(Singer screams, full force)
ARE YOU READY?!
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

[Chorus]
(The band EXPLODES back in. Strobes go insane. The breakdown is chaotic. The crowd is a whirlpool.)
(Singer) THE PHANTASMIC!
(Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!**
(Singer) THE PHANTASMIC!
(Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!**

(Singer)
I want the weird!
The wild!
The strange!
I want the Phantasmic!
The Phantasmic!
I will always go afar!
To seek out the BIZARRE!
THE PHANTASMIC!

[Outro]
(The band hits one final, deafening chord that rings out, shaking the walls.)
(The crowd is screaming, chanting, applauding.)
(As the feedback rings, the lone, ominous intro synth melody returns.)

[Singer Ad-lib]
(Breathing heavily into the mic)
Good night, you beautiful bastards.

(The synth melody fades to black. End of recording.)

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[Target-length: 4:45] [Intro] (Feedback screeches. A low, industrial drone vibrates the floor. The crowd is already a dull roar, whistling and yelling.) (A single, ominous synth melody cuts through the noise. The crowd cheers.) (The synth is cut short by a MASSIVE, distorted guitar riff. A pounding, militaristic drum beat kicks in, and the whole warehouse explodes into a sea of moving bodies.) [Singer Ad-lib] (Voice is a deep, commanding, raw female shout) Are you ready for this?! I can't fucking hear you! [Verse 1] (Singer stalks the stage, vocals are half-shouted, half-sung, full of grit) My eyes have seen the strangest things! Ghostly beings and vampiric flings! But that which I have held most close... Is that which to me, means the MOST! (Singer points aggressively at the crowd) For I have sought out the odd and weird! Strange creatures, and books men FEAR! I can't help but love the creepy and SICK! I just have an attraction to the Phantasmic! [Pre-Chorus Ad-lib] (Singer leans into the mic, whispering menacingly) You want it? You want the fucking weird? THEN SHOW ME! [Chorus] (The guitars become a solid wall of noise. The crowd is pogoing, frantic.) (Singer) THE PHANTASMIC! (Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!** (Singer) THE PHANTASMIC! (Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!** (Singer) I want the weird! The wild! The strange! I want the Phantasmic! The Phantasmic! I will always go afar! To seek out the BIZARRE! THE PHANTASMIC! [Crowd Roar] (Massive cheer and applause as the verse riff kicks back in) [Verse 2] (Singer sounds even more unhinged, frantic) I've been to shops where magic's REAL! And it can be had for quite the DEAL! It really all depends on how you FEEL! When you know it's someone's FATE YOU SEAL! I've delved into forgotten tombs seeking LORE! And broken the binds of the astral as never BEFORE! [Guitar Solo] (The guitarist steps forward. The solo isn't technical, it's pure fucking attitude—a simple, melodic, powerful lead that screams over the chugging riff. The crowd claps along to the beat, fists in the air.) [Singer Ad-lib over Solo] Yeah! FUCK YES! MAKE SOME NOISE! (Crowd screams) [Bridge] (The music cuts abruptly. A deep bass drone and an atmospheric synth pad. The warehouse is dark, lit only by strobes. The crowd is breathing heavily, waiting.) (Singer's voice is a low, menacing, processed whisper) I've gathered artifacts... relics... from across the globe... (Pause) ...and sought out the items... needed to kill your fucking hope... (Singer screams, full force) ARE YOU READY?! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! [Chorus] (The band EXPLODES back in. Strobes go insane. The breakdown is chaotic. The crowd is a whirlpool.) (Singer) THE PHANTASMIC! (Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!** (Singer) THE PHANTASMIC! (Crowd Chant) **THE PHANTASMIC!** (Singer) I want the weird! The wild! The strange! I want the Phantasmic! The Phantasmic! I will always go afar! To seek out the BIZARRE! THE PHANTASMIC! [Outro] (The band hits one final, deafening chord that rings out, shaking the walls.) (The crowd is screaming, chanting, applauding.) (As the feedback rings, the lone, ominous intro synth melody returns.) [Singer Ad-lib] (Breathing heavily into the mic) Good night, you beautiful bastards. (The synth melody fades to black. End of recording.)

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