[Intro — whispered over immediate full-speed riff] Can you hear them? Scratching beneath the floorboards… Can you feel them? Breathing behind your eyes… They don’t want revenge. THEY WANT TO BE FOUND. One by one… The dead are calling. [Verse 1 — harsh thrash-shout] I walk through the static where the lost souls dwell, With a black-winged shadow that crawled out of Hell. Cold hands reaching from the walls of the night, Murdered voices begging me to make it right. They show me the fields where the wild grass grows, The abandoned foundations where nobody goes. A rusted-out doorway, a basement of stone, The places where monsters believed they were alone. No names on the headstones, no justice in sight, Just ghosts in the darkness that follow my light. They whisper their secrets through cracks in the earth— “FIND WHERE WE LIE. GIVE OUR SILENCE ITS WORTH.” [Pre-Chorus — rising screams] THE DEAD HAVE A MEMORY! THE EARTH HAS A TONGUE! THE TRUTH IS A BULLET THAT CANNOT BE UNSTRUCK! I HEAR EVERY FOOTSTEP! I KNOW EVERY LIE! THE MURDERED ARE CALLING — AND I’M ANSWERING TONIGHT! [Chorus — gang shouts] MODERN MONSTERS WITH AN ANCIENT GRIN! BEAUTIFUL MASKS HIDING WORLDS OF SIN! THE GHOSTS RISE UP FROM THE DIRT BELOW! THEY KNOW YOUR SECRETS — THEY KNOW WHERE YOU GO! ME AND THE REAPER, WE HUNT THROUGH THE NIGHT! BLACK SCYTHE FLASHING IN THE DEAD OF THE LIGHT! YOU RAN FROM THE LIVING — NOW THE DEAD KNOW YOUR NAME! WE’RE DRAGGING YOUR SHADOW THROUGH THE GATES OF FLAME! [Verse 2 — rapid jagged delivery] Manson preached chaos with a prophet’s disguise, Bundy wore charm like a veil over lies. Gacy’s painted smile couldn’t bury the screams, Gein left a nightmare stitched into our dreams. Four names carved deep in the public’s dread, Four different paths through the kingdom of the dead. But the real horror isn’t history’s page— IT’S THE MONSTER STILL HIDING BEHIND A HUMAN FACE! New predators crawl through a digital maze, With ancient instincts and modern-day ways. They weaponize trust, turn compassion to bait, Then hide in plain sight while the innocent wait. But the dead have no reason to honor your disguise, They see through the darkness, they see through your eyes. Every secret leaves an echo behind— EVERY MONSTER CASTS A SHADOW IN TIME! [Breakdown — stomping kicks, whispered reset] The Grim Reaper steps from the fog. HE CARRIES NO BADGE! HE WEARS NO CROWN! HE KNOWS EVERY KINGDOM THAT SWALLOWS THE DOWN! I CARRY THE VOICES! HE CARRIES THE BLADE! WE WALK THROUGH THE NIGHT WHERE THE LOST ONES WERE LAID! NO MORE DISAPPEARED! NO MORE ERASED! NO MORE COLD CASES LEFT WITHOUT A FACE! FIND THEM! NAME THEM! BRING THE TRUTH INTO THE LIGHT! [Absolute stop] THE DEAD ARE NOT DONE WITH YOU TONIGHT! [Verse 3 — feral scream] We follow the whispers through the ruins of shame, Through the roads without markers, through forgotten names. The Reaper sees footprints that time cannot hide, I hear every victim walking close by my side. For children betrayed by the ones they should trust, For lives torn apart and their dreams turned to dust, For every survivor who was told to stay still, For the voices ignored by a world made of will— No vigilante crown, no self-appointed throne, We drag the truth from the dark into the known. We hunt with the evidence, expose every lie, Till the guilty face justice and the missing come home. And if you prey on the helpless, if cruelty’s your game, The world will remember, the courts will know your name. The Reaper stands waiting at the end of your road— THERE’S NO HIDING FROM THE WEIGHT OF THE SOUL! [Bridge — haunting clean vocal, whispered tension] I see them in mirrors. I hear them in rain. A thousand lost voices Repeating their pain. They don’t ask for vengeance. They don’t ask for blood. They ask for their names back From the silence and mud. One little girl whispers, “Will they know I was here?” I fall to my knees As the Reaper draws near. “We will find you. We will speak your name. You were never forgotten. You were never to blame.” [Final Chorus — full-band layered screams] MODERN MONSTERS WITH AN ANCIENT GRIN! THE WORLD SEES THE MASK — WE SEE WHAT’S WITHIN! THE GHOSTS RISE UP AND THE GRAVEYARDS KNOW! THE TRUTH COMES CRAWLING FROM THE DEPTHS BELOW! ME AND THE REAPER — WE HUNT THROUGH THE NIGHT! WE DRAG THE HIDDEN INTO REASON’S LIGHT! FOR EVERY LOST SOUL THAT THE WORLD LEFT BEHIND— WE’LL FOLLOW THE SHADOWS UNTIL TRUTH THEY FIND! [Outro — shifts into buoyant spooky-carnival bounce] The ghosts fall silent. The cold wind dies. The names return To the mouths of the living. The Reaper turns. I ask him, “Are we done?” He smiles beneath the hood. “Not while the monsters still walk among them.” The guitar drops into a final, crushing chord. MODERN MONSTERS. ANCIENT GRIN. THE DEAD REMEMBER. AND WE’RE COMING IN. [Whispered through distortion] “Bring you to Hell, my friend…” [One last demonic laugh]
