[Intro] [The song opens with a slow, haunting piano arpeggio in a minor key. A single, mournful cello note holds underneath. The mood is gothic and lonely.] [Verse 1] [Vocals: A smooth, powerful baritone or tenor. Sung with a sense of eternal weariness and longing.] (Spoken, with a slight echo) The city sleeps... The fog rolls in... And you have arrived. (Sung) The gaslights all flicker on cobblestones wet, A portrait of ages I cannot forget. The centuries pass like a slow, mournful waltz, Remembering faces, collecting their faults. I watch them all scurry, so frantic with life, Embracing their joy and their fleeting, sweet strife. [Pre-Chorus] [The orchestra begins to swell. Strings and woodwinds add tension. The vocal delivery becomes more intense and personal, as if to a guest.] But then, you appear, a knock on the door, Just like all the others who've come here before. You're shivering, darling, come in from the cold, A story so new... yet so terribly old. [Chorus] [Full, dramatic orchestra erupts! Sweeping strings, powerful brass stabs, and timpani rolls. The melody is grand and soaring.] Oh, join in the music! The song of the blood! A beautiful, terrible, crimson-red flood! This is the hunger that lives in the bite! Welcome, my dear, to the Symphony of the Night! [Verse 2] [The music settles into a dark, seductive waltz (3/4 time). The vocals are hypnotic and persuasive.] Your heart is a drum, a rhythm so fast, You're praying this delicate moment won't last. But life is a trifle, a brief, fragile spark, I'm offering forever... a life in the dark. Just one little moment, a pinprick of pain, For a thousand tomorrows, again and again! [Pre-Chorus] [The orchestra swells again, the strings becoming more passionate and urgent.] Your eyes are so wide, you're starting to see The magnificent monster you're destined to be! Don't fight it, my beauty, just let yourself go, It's the only real magic you'll ever know! [Chorus] [Full, dramatic orchestral power.] Oh, join in the music! The song of the blood! A beautiful, terrible, crimson-red flood! This is the hunger that lives in the bite! Welcome, my dear, to the Symphony of the Night! [Bridge] [The music becomes huge and intensely dramatic. The singer holds a powerful, emotional note. A pipe organ might be heard.] They call me a demon! A fiend from the grave! But this endless damnation is the gift that I gave! What is their "virtue"? Their short, hurried breath? I am power! I am life! I am master of death! And you... (a dramatic pause) ...YOU CAN BE, TOO! [Chorus] [The final chorus is the most powerful and grand, with the full orchestra and choir (if available) soaring.] SO, JOIN IN THE MUSIC! THE SONG OF THE BLOOD! A BEAUTIFUL, TERRIBLE, CRIMSON-RED FLOOD! THIS IS THE HUNGER THAT LIVES IN THE BITE! WELCOME, MY DEAR, TO THE SYMPHONY OF THE NIGHT! [Outro] [The music suddenly drops back to the single, haunting piano arpeggio from the intro. The vocals are a soft, menacing whisper.] Hush now... the music is beginning... Welcome. [A final, dissonant, and dramatic piano chord crashes and fades slowly.]
