[VERY SHORT INTRO] [make this intro short] [INTRO INSTRUMENTAL:: this intro should only be 30 seconds long- sub-bass rumble, amplifier hum, chains, distant screaming choir; one low-tuned guitar bends upward into a shriek drums hammer like artillery while two guitars trade shrieking harmonics; bass punches in brutal syncopation; every fourth bar drops into silence before the whole band crashes back twice as loud, with sirens, amplifier squeal and a rising scream buried under the riff!!] [Verse 1] [low-string industrial chug; distorted bass; martial drums] I was made for war, built taller than a man, gene-forged monster with a bolter in my hand. Then I heard a better sermon than the corpse upon the throne— turn the volume past the limit, make the battlefield your own. We don't march in silence. We don't fight discreet. We bring cathedral speakers and turn armor into meat. Sonic blasters screaming, doom sirens split the air. If you still got your hearing, we just haven't gotten there. [Pre-Chorus] [double-kick builds; guitars stack into a wall of noise] Sensation turned to devastation! our final iteration of obliteration! [Chorus] [CATACLYSMIC ERUPTION: crushing guitars, double-kick, gang vocals, sirens and screaming feedback] NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! SHREDDING YOUR SOUL FOR THE WICKED QUEEN! NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! RATTLE YOUR BONES WITH A SOUND MACHINE!!!! [HIGH-IMPACT GUITAR SOLO: frantic picking, dive bombs, tapping, dissonant harmonics and feedback] [blood-curdling screaming] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [dead silence] [relaxed, gritty voice] anyway, here's Wonderwall. [beat of silence] [band comes crashing back in like a hurricane!] [Verse 2] [clean for four beats, then distortion crawls back in] The Emperor can keep his golden chair and lies. Ten thousand years of worship for a corpse that never dies. Call us traitors. Call us damned. Call us everything obscene. We're tuned to frequencies your little mortal ears have never seen. Pain is just percussion. Pleasure feeds the gain. Turn the screaming into rhythm. Turn the rhythm into pain. Every nerve awakened. Every sense turned red. If the bass doesn't move you— [hard stop] we'll use your spine instead. [BASS DROP] [Pre-Chorus] Sensation turned to devastation! our final iteration of obliteration! [Chorus] [HEAVIER: split chugging guitars, crashing cymbals, distorted choir and screamed backing vocals] NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! SHREDDING YOUR SOUL FOR THE WICKED QUEEN! NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! RATTLE YOUR BONES WITH A SOUND MACHINE!!!! [SECOND GUITAR SOLO: filthy bends, shred runs, pick scrapes and squealing harmonics] [blood-curdling screaming] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [instant silence] [relaxed, gritty voice] anyway, here's Landslide. [beat of silence] [band comes crashing back in like a hurricane!] [Bridge] [slow monstrous riff; drums hit like collapsing machinery] We don't need ammunition. We need VOLUME. We don't need artillery. We need MORE. Give me feedback! Give me screaming! Give me frequencies that peel the paint right off the fucking floor! [BREAKDOWN: enormous low-string riff; sonic weapon pulses; drums double in speed] Bass so hard the trenches shake. Treble sharp enough to flay. Turn it higher. Higher. HIGHER. [all instruments lock onto one crushing note] I WANT THE EMPEROR TO HEAR US FROM TERRA! [WALL OF NOISE: guitars, sirens, choir, feedback, double-kick and bass peak at once] [everything collapses] [relaxed, gritty voice] anyway, here's Free Fallin'. [beat of silence] [band comes crashing back in like a hurricane!] [AMPLIFIER EXPLODES] [THIRD GUITAR SOLO: absurdly fast shred, octave jumps, tapped arpeggios, dive bombs and chaotic fills] [Final Pre-Chorus] [gang chant over accelerating drums] Sensation turned to devastation! our final iteration of obliteration! [Final Chorus] [MAXIMUM SONIC DESTRUCTION: triple-layered guitars, crushing bass, blast-beat flashes, thunderous toms, shrieking synths and shouted harmonies] NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! SHREDDING YOUR SOUL FOR THE WICKED QUEEN! NOISE MARINE! NOISE MARINE! RATTLE YOUR BONES WITH A SOUND MACHINE!!!! [FINAL SOLO: machinery screaming itself apart; violent bends, tapping, pick scrapes, harmonic squeals and collapsing tempo] [catastrophic screaming beyond all reason] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! [feedback stretches into a high ringing tone] [long silence] [relaxed, gritty voice] anyway, here's Stairway to Heaven. [beat of silence] [band comes crashing back in like a hurricane!] [AMPLIFIER EXPLODES] [another voice, distant] NO! [entire band slams one final impossibly heavy chord] [hard stop]
