[Intro | sparse piano, one cracked low note, 8-bit magma crackle, choir on a dry vowel] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the mountain has teeth. [Verse 1 | sung, low, piano only, bass under the floor] The ridge went red without a match The snow began to run A brown mane cut the falling ash And said the cold was done I followed pawprints through the cinder I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the crater answer I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising, bass climbing against the piano] Don’t bless the roar that finds you Don’t praise the beast that waits It only loves the living heat Still knocking in your chest [Chorus | lead + ember choir, deep bass on the backbeat, piano in octaves] Entei, Entei Saint of the roaring mile You wear a volcano like a lie And smile a funeral smile Entei, Entei Mercy made of stone You teach the lost to warm their hands Then bury what they’ve grown [Verse 2 | sung, piano and bass locked] They find them kneeling in the flow With mouths still shaped as thanks Their shadows cooked into the glass In long, obedient ranks The rain can cool the lower town This circle will not slow A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a cage of glow [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising, bass climbing against the piano] Don’t look too long into the mane A cloud that learned to pray If you can taste your own last warmth You’re already the prey [Chorus | lead + ember choir, deep bass on the backbeat, piano in octaves] Entei, Entei Saint of the roaring mile You wear a volcano like a lie And smile a funeral smile Entei, Entei Mercy made of stone You teach the lost to warm their hands Then bury what they’ve grown [Verse 3 | sung, quieter, piano alone, bass gone] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the need for fire It waits until you beg the dark To give you back a pyre It drinks the cold before the flesh It files you with the spark It leaves a pawprint in the basalt To teach the next one in the dark [Bridge | spoken, one held bass note, piano almost silent] Ho-Oh was the rainbow. The tower was the debt. Entei is not rescue. It is the vow the ashes kept and called the pressure holy. [Chorus | bigger, bass and piano together, still not triumphant] Entei, Entei Red chapel, no way home You fold a body into magma And wear it while you roam Entei, Entei Cinder learned a tune You leave the mountain quieter And hungrier too soon [Final Chorus | lead + full choir, bass and piano together, still not triumphant] Entei, Entei Saint of the roaring mile You wear a volcano like a lie And smile a funeral smile Entei, Entei Say it if you dare The crater bows. The crater bows. The saint is still hungry. [Outro | piano dying, 8-bit hymn ticking, bass fading last] Ah—ah—ah— the saint is still hungry.
