The Entropy Scream (Intro: A lonely, haunting piano melody. The sound of rain on a city street. A low, gravelly whisper.) Verse 1 There’s a shadow in the alley, a man without a heart. He’s a cold distortion where the midnight starts. No pulse of anger, no heat in his veins. Just a sibilant whisper like the winter rain. He’s wearing a mask, a face we used to know. But there’s no fire inside, only the falling snow. He’s mapping our ending on a cold, glass screen. The cruellest smile that the world has ever seen. Chorus (Vocal intensity rises; the drums kick in hard) Oh, Vane! The Artist of the final despair! He’s breathing in our screams like they’re morning air! He’s harvesting the sorrow, he’s drinking the pain! Like a cold-blooded killer in the pouring rain! He’s the dark conductor, the end of the dream! Singing the song of the Entropy Scream! Verse 2 He looks at the galaxy and sees a cage of gold. Just a bunch of broken hearts for him to hold. The Warlord is a puppet, a blunt, heavy toy. Used by a shadow who was never a boy. Vorlord may lead them, the Warlord may bleed. But it’s Vane in the darkness who’s planting the seed. He’s playing a game that we’ve already lost. Before the first bullet, he’s counted the cost! Verse 3 Oh, Vane! The Artist of the final despair! He’s breathing in our screams like they’re morning air! He’s harvesting the sorrow, he’s drinking the pain! Like a cold-blooded killer in the pouring rain! He’s the dark conductor, the end of the dream! Singing the song of the Entropy Scream! On par with the Machine Queen, sterile and white. One brings the silence, he brings the night! She writes the code, but he writes the wail! They’re making sure that our Harmony fails! She tills the field with a cold, iron hand. While he reaps the crying across the land! The Architect of Fear! The Lord of the Grave! There’s no one left for the heavens to save! Outro (Screaming the lyrics now, full Ozaki-style desperation) The trap is snapping shut! The lights are going dim! The Bridge is breaking down at the word of him! A symphony of nothing! A glorious end! Where there is no Compassion! No healer to mend! Just the Great Silence! The final, cold chord! By the hand of the Void! By the hand of the Lord! The tide is flowing! It’s the master’s way! Vane is the king of our final day!
