(Intro) (Heavy, rolling synthesizer bass. Mechanical drum beat. ) [FX SOUND OF METAL CHIMES] (;echoing with heavy reverb.) (Verse 1) The beat upstairs is a hammer in the wall Vibration in the floorboards The base comes through I pushed beyond the coat check Through the iron frame Into the silence Behind the heavy door No damp smell of a basement No rot, no decay Just the cold, dry air Where they use to pray (Pre-Chorus) It isn't just a pile It isn't just a stack It’s a thousand lost lives That are never coming back (Chorus) (Driving, anthemic) This is the Chapel of the Sepulcur This is where the music stops A mountain of shoes Where lives have ends Every key in the basket (a door meant to open) Every coat on the pew (a promise broken) It’s a city of ghosts In a room made of stone I’m standing in a crowd But I’m standing alone (Verse 2) I look at the altar And I see the truth It’s not just clothing It’s the theft of youth I see the sheer numbers The scale of the crime A library of victims Frozen in time They didn't just vanish They didn't just leave They were harvested here Where the monsters decieve (Pre-Chorus) It isn't just a pile It isn't just a stack It’s a thousand lost lives That are never coming back (Chorus) This is the Chapel of the Sepulcur This is where the music stops A mountain of shoes Where lives have ends Every key in the basket (a door meant to open) Every coat on the pew ( a promise broken) It’s a city of ghosts In a room made of stone I’m standing in a crowd But I’m standing alone (Bridge) (Music drops to just bass and atmospheric synths.) (The vocal becomes a whisper, terrified realization.) I recognize the faces In the shapes of the clothes The missing on the posters Fates none know A lineage of silence A history of theft [Build up almost yelling] The club is the hunger And this is what's left... (Build up begins—snare rolls, intensity rising) This is what's left. This is what's left. (heavy synth Lead) (Distorted, wailing, echoing the scream of the realization) (Outro) All the keys (They don't turn anymore) All the shoes (They don't walk to the door) [Music drops] (Then Hit hard loud full volume thumping base) Welcome to The Sepulcur Where the dead come to sweat Leave your soul at the coat check We haven’t broken you yet Lay your pulse on the altar Let the hunger find a home We trade the holy for the hollow And drink the life out of your bones (Echo) Welcome to the Sepulcur (Panning right echo Sepulcur, Sepulcur, Sepulcur) (Fade out) [FOOTSTEPS AND SOUND OF KEYS FX] I step back through the door Close it tight (Forgotten) Hand a ticket to a girl Who is bursting with dreams "Coat check," I say "Number three-thirty-two" I hang up her jacket ...and make space for you. [Heavy darkwave Hitting hard] [Main theme encore] [FX FOOTSTEPS] [fading into silence]
