"Ave, True To Caesar (The Ghoul's March)"

Tribal Swing, Dystopian Crooner, Big Band

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["Ave, True To Caesar - The Ghoul's March"
Style: Militaristic, Dark Big Band March with Tribal Drumming and Chanting.]

-Intro – [Solemn, almost grand orchestral brass chord, immediately cut short by a lone, heavy, tribal drum beat. Irving's deep bass vocal begins a slow, rhythmic "Hup! Two! Three! Four!"-style chant.]
[Irving's Bass] Hup! Two! Three! Four! ) [repeated, joined by C.J.'s rhythmic clicks]

-Verse 1-
[Deacon - Smooth, almost hypnotic Crooner lead, over the marching rhythm and subtle brass swells]
The sun beats down on the Mojave sand, a new order rising across the land.
They took the old gods, they burned the old books, now every man stands tall with a single, knowing look.
No more caps to count, no more debts to pay, just the discipline of Caesar to light the brutal way.
[Barium's high harmony, almost a whisper] (Obey... Obey...)

-Pre-Chorus – [Brass swells, tension builds, tempo holds steady]
[Deacon - More direct, almost a sales pitch]
(They say freedom's poison, that choice is a sin,
But when you join the Legion, that's where the purity begins!)

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Loud, unified, rhythmic chant, backed by a blaring, discordant brass march and heavy tribal drums]
No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE!
We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE!
One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE!
Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE!

-Verse 2-
[Deacon - Continues smooth delivery, lyrics paint a darker picture]
They gather the tribes, with a sword and a shield, and bring civilization to every dusty field.
They put the barbarians back in their place, with a mighty, cold smile upon Caesar's face.
You won't hear no grumbling, you won't hear no sigh, just the whisper of conquest as the legions pass by.
[Barium's high harmony, eerie] (Silence... Silence...)

-Pre-Chorus – [Brass swells, tension builds]
[Deacon - Almost inviting, but menacing]
(They say freedom's poison, that choice is a sin,)
But when you join the Legion, that's where the purity begins!

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Loud, unified, rhythmic chant, blaring brass, heavy tribal drums]
No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE!
We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE!
One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE!
Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE!

-Bridge-
[Music softens dramatically. Only a sparse, unsettling bass line  Irving and soft, dissonant strings. Deacon's vocal is almost spoken, chillingly calm]
[Deacon - Spoken, slow, sinister]
(They talk of "peace," they talk of "order," they talk of "the true Rome."
But when the cross burns brightly... you're a long, long way from home.
And the ashes of your freedom... they'll scatter in the breeze...)
[Full Brass hits a low, sustained, dissonant chord]
(On your knees...)

-Chorus-
[Full Group Harmony - Max power, frantic brass, pounding drums – a chaotic, crushing sound]
No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE!
We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE!
One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE!
Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE!

-Outro –[ The brass hits a final, sustained, jarring chord. The tribal drums continue for a few more beats, slowly fading into a single, heavy, distant thud.]
[Irving's Bass] (Hup!) [Silence]

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["Ave, True To Caesar - The Ghoul's March" Style: Militaristic, Dark Big Band March with Tribal Drumming and Chanting.] -Intro – [Solemn, almost grand orchestral brass chord, immediately cut short by a lone, heavy, tribal drum beat. Irving's deep bass vocal begins a slow, rhythmic "Hup! Two! Three! Four!"-style chant.] [Irving's Bass] Hup! Two! Three! Four! ) [repeated, joined by C.J.'s rhythmic clicks] -Verse 1- [Deacon - Smooth, almost hypnotic Crooner lead, over the marching rhythm and subtle brass swells] The sun beats down on the Mojave sand, a new order rising across the land. They took the old gods, they burned the old books, now every man stands tall with a single, knowing look. No more caps to count, no more debts to pay, just the discipline of Caesar to light the brutal way. [Barium's high harmony, almost a whisper] (Obey... Obey...) -Pre-Chorus – [Brass swells, tension builds, tempo holds steady] [Deacon - More direct, almost a sales pitch] (They say freedom's poison, that choice is a sin, But when you join the Legion, that's where the purity begins!) -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Loud, unified, rhythmic chant, backed by a blaring, discordant brass march and heavy tribal drums] No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE! We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE! One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE! Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE! -Verse 2- [Deacon - Continues smooth delivery, lyrics paint a darker picture] They gather the tribes, with a sword and a shield, and bring civilization to every dusty field. They put the barbarians back in their place, with a mighty, cold smile upon Caesar's face. You won't hear no grumbling, you won't hear no sigh, just the whisper of conquest as the legions pass by. [Barium's high harmony, eerie] (Silence... Silence...) -Pre-Chorus – [Brass swells, tension builds] [Deacon - Almost inviting, but menacing] (They say freedom's poison, that choice is a sin,) But when you join the Legion, that's where the purity begins! -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Loud, unified, rhythmic chant, blaring brass, heavy tribal drums] No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE! We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE! One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE! Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE! -Bridge- [Music softens dramatically. Only a sparse, unsettling bass line Irving and soft, dissonant strings. Deacon's vocal is almost spoken, chillingly calm] [Deacon - Spoken, slow, sinister] (They talk of "peace," they talk of "order," they talk of "the true Rome." But when the cross burns brightly... you're a long, long way from home. And the ashes of your freedom... they'll scatter in the breeze...) [Full Brass hits a low, sustained, dissonant chord] (On your knees...) -Chorus- [Full Group Harmony - Max power, frantic brass, pounding drums – a chaotic, crushing sound] No Caps, no booze, no woman's choice, AVE! We march for the man who says the Wasteland is his slave! AVE! One voice, one will, one future for us all! AVE! Watch the old world crumble, hear the Legion's call! AVE! -Outro –[ The brass hits a final, sustained, jarring chord. The tribal drums continue for a few more beats, slowly fading into a single, heavy, distant thud.] [Irving's Bass] (Hup!) [Silence]

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