The Melting Mask

ThunderHeart

Erik

ThunderHeart

symphonic metal, opera metal, neo-classical, cinematic

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[Intro]
(Heavy pipe organ blast, fast double-bass drumming, sweeping operatic choir)

[Verse 1]
The mirror screams in the candle’s glow
A velvet youth, a seed to grow
But under the skin, the poison thrives
A curse that feeds on a thousand lives

The ivory cracks, the marble bleeds
Fulfilling the hunger that darkness feeds
I claw at the grace I used to own
Now I am meat, and rot, and bone!

[Chorus]
Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh!
The soul is torn from the golden mesh
God’s own masterpiece, burned away
Into the shadow, into the gray!

Sing for the beauty that died in the light
Hail to the king of the endless night!
(The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!)

[Verse 2]
The liquid fire, it runs so cold
A story of agony yet untold
My eyes turn yellow, my lips recede
A garden of scars, a bitter seed

The genius remains, but the man is gone
I’ll hide in the cellar to wait for the dawn
No more a lover, no more a friend
Only a ghost until the end!

[Chorus]
Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh!
The soul is torn from the golden mesh
God’s own masterpiece, burned away
Into the shadow, into the gray!

Sing for the beauty that died in the light
Hail to the king of the endless night!
(The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!)

[Breakdown]
(Tempo drops, heavy chugging guitars, guttural growls mixed with a high soprano scream)
FEAR!
THE DISFIGURED!
TEAR!
THE SOUL FROM THE EARTH!
(Intense blast beats and chaotic violins)
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE BECOME!

[Bridge]
(Soft, eerie piano melody - operatic tenor voice, fragile and weeping)
I remember the sun...
I remember the touch of the wind on my cheek...
Now the mask is my skin.
The dark is my bride.
The opera... is my tomb!
(Orchestra swells into a massive crescendo)

[Final Chorus]
(Maximum intensity, epic choir layer)
Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh!
The soul is torn from the golden mesh
God’s own masterpiece, burned away
Into the shadow, into the gray!

Sing for the beauty that died in the light
Hail to the king of the endless night!
(The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!)

[Outro]
(A final, haunting pipe organ chord)
(Whispered): My face... is gone.

[End]

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[Intro] (Heavy pipe organ blast, fast double-bass drumming, sweeping operatic choir) [Verse 1] The mirror screams in the candle’s glow A velvet youth, a seed to grow But under the skin, the poison thrives A curse that feeds on a thousand lives The ivory cracks, the marble bleeds Fulfilling the hunger that darkness feeds I claw at the grace I used to own Now I am meat, and rot, and bone! [Chorus] Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh! The soul is torn from the golden mesh God’s own masterpiece, burned away Into the shadow, into the gray! Sing for the beauty that died in the light Hail to the king of the endless night! (The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!) [Verse 2] The liquid fire, it runs so cold A story of agony yet untold My eyes turn yellow, my lips recede A garden of scars, a bitter seed The genius remains, but the man is gone I’ll hide in the cellar to wait for the dawn No more a lover, no more a friend Only a ghost until the end! [Chorus] Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh! The soul is torn from the golden mesh God’s own masterpiece, burned away Into the shadow, into the gray! Sing for the beauty that died in the light Hail to the king of the endless night! (The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!) [Breakdown] (Tempo drops, heavy chugging guitars, guttural growls mixed with a high soprano scream) FEAR! THE DISFIGURED! TEAR! THE SOUL FROM THE EARTH! (Intense blast beats and chaotic violins) LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT WHAT I HAVE BECOME! [Bridge] (Soft, eerie piano melody - operatic tenor voice, fragile and weeping) I remember the sun... I remember the touch of the wind on my cheek... Now the mask is my skin. The dark is my bride. The opera... is my tomb! (Orchestra swells into a massive crescendo) [Final Chorus] (Maximum intensity, epic choir layer) Oh, the symphony of the falling flesh! The soul is torn from the golden mesh God’s own masterpiece, burned away Into the shadow, into the gray! Sing for the beauty that died in the light Hail to the king of the endless night! (The Phantom is born! The Phantom is born!) [Outro] (A final, haunting pipe organ chord) (Whispered): My face... is gone. [End]

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