[INTRO — LOW SUB-BASS RUMBLE, DARK ATMOSPHERE] [FEMALE SPOKEN VOICE — MATURE, DEEP, SMOKY, SULTRY, SLOW AND CONFIDENT] "Mmmm... Devil's Underground Inc..." [SHORT PAUSE — WHISPERING ECHO] "Where darkness has a voice..." [FEMALE VOICE — DEEPER, SINISTER, PLAYFUL] "Presenting... VEYR... NOCTIS." [DEEP DEMONIC CHUCKLE — 808 BASS DROP] [15-SECOND INSTRUMENTAL — CLOCK TICKING, HARPSICHORD, CHAINS, 90S HORRORCORE DRUMS] [VEYR — DEEP ANCIENT MALE SPOKEN, IRRITATED] Rob... I heard your little sermon. Then I played it again. A thousand fucking years... and this Goth Boy has me thinking. Hssss... how inconvenient. [VERSE 1 — COLD 90S WICKED HORRORCORE RAP] I watched the crowns turn green, watched the cathedrals crack, Watched the same mistakes return beneath a different royal flag. Every war was just a rerun, every king another fraud, So I shut the fucking curtains, let 'em argue with their god. I mistook my endless breathing for a reason to be proud, Called the living weak and fragile from my throne above the crowd. Then a Goth Boy out of nowhere put a mirror in my face, Said the scars are worth examining, not hiding in a case. Well, I hated that reflection, couldn't stomach what I saw, All my centuries of knowledge had a centuries-old flaw. I could tell you how to conquer, how to bury, how to win, Never learned a fucking thing from all the people I'd condemned. [PRE-CHORUS — HAUNTED PIANO, METALLIC TICKS] Tick... tock... Another hundred years. What good is being ancient if you never face your fears? [VEYR — LOW GROWL] Oh, Rob... you irritating bastard. [CHORUS — HEAVY INDUSTRIAL HORRORCORE CHANT] BITE BACK BETTER! FROM THE OTHER SIDE! I KNOW HOW TO SURVIVE, NEVER LEARNED HOW TO LIVE! BLACK CROWN SHAKING! DEAD PRIDE CRACKING! GOT A THOUSAND YEARS OF WRONGS I CAN'T OUTRUN OR HIDE! BITE BACK BETTER! LET THE OLD WORLD BURN! NOT EVERY SCAR'S A CURSE IF YOU'RE WILLING TO LEARN! I'M STILL THE NIGHTMARE! STILL GOT MY FANGS! BUT MAYBE EVEN MONSTERS CAN CHANGE! [VERSE 2 — FAST MULTISYLLABIC HORRORCORE FLOW] I'm the antiquated, aggravated lord of stagnation, Preserved in all my arrogance, immune to evolution. Got a decorated history of cynical conclusions, Mistook repetition for a form of resolution. I called every failure weakness, every setback a defeat, While I hid inside a fortress where the past was on repeat. Rob built something from the wreckage, didn't cover up the cracks, And the courage in admitting that hit harder than attacks. There's a mortal on the corner fighting battles I can't see, There's a broken soul rebuilding what the night took savagely. Maybe strength ain't in the slaughter, maybe power's in the climb, Maybe I've been dead inside for all this fucking time. [BEAT CUT — HARPSICHORD, CHAIN DRAG] [VEYR — SARCASTIC SPOKEN] Don't misunderstand me. I'm not opening a charity. But perhaps... I was wrong about a few things. [SHORT PAUSE] Fuck, I hate saying that. [VERSE 3 — AGGRESSIVE RAP, BUILDING CONVICTION] I still remember every hunter, every torch against my door, Still got blood upon the ledger, still got ghosts beneath the floor. Ain't pretending I'm a saint, ain't erasing what I've done, But another thousand years of spite? What a miserable fucking run. So I'll take the lesson bitter, let it scrape against my pride, Even stone can split wide open when there's pressure from inside. Rob, you earned a rare admission from a beast who never bends: I respected how you stood up—now I see how you began again. [BRIDGE — BEAT DROPS OUT, SOFT PIANO, ANCIENT WHISPER] I've survived the plague. The fire. The fall of empires. But I never survived my own opinion of the world. [LONG PAUSE] Maybe being immortal doesn't mean being finished. [808 SWELLS — DOUBLE KICK EXPLOSION] [FINAL CHORUS — FULL HORRORCORE, RASPING MALE CHANT] BITE BACK BETTER! FROM THE OTHER SIDE! I KNOW HOW TO SURVIVE, NOW I'M LEARNING HOW TO LIVE! BLACK CROWN SHAKING! DEAD PRIDE CRACKING! GOT A THOUSAND YEARS AHEAD AND SOMETHING LEFT TO GIVE! BITE BACK BETTER! LET THE OLD WORLD BURN! NOT EVERY SCAR'S A CURSE IF YOU'RE WILLING TO LEARN! I'M STILL THE NIGHTMARE! STILL GOT MY FANGS! BUT MAYBE EVEN MONSTERS CAN CHANGE! [OUTRO — HARPSICHORD SLOWS, CLOCK TICKING] [VEYR — DEEP RASPY MALE SPOKEN] Rob... You didn't teach me how to bite. You reminded me why I should bother getting up. Don't get sentimental, you magnificent bastard. [SOFT CHUCKLE] And the rest of you mortals? ...I'm reconsidering. Hssss... [FINAL CLOCK CHIME — COFFIN SLAM — SILENCE]
