[Intro] [The last soaring chord of "Symphony of the Night" fades. There is one second of total silence, broken by a sharp, pained GASP. A frantic, dissonant string section (like a Hitchcock film) stabs in, fast and chaotic. The tempo is a frantic allegro.] [Verse 1] [Vocals: Female (Soprano), sung with breathless panic. This is a "patter" section.] [Victim:] What have you done? What's happening? My skin is on fire! My throat is a furnace of burning desire! The room is too bright, no, the room is too dark! Is that your heartbeat or a dog in the park? The sound is a hammer! The light is a knife! You spoke of forever... You've taken my life! [Pre-Chorus] [The music swells with a sense of horrifying realization. Timpani drums begin a fast, heartbeat-like rhythm.] [Victim:] You're standing there smiling, As I crawl on the floor... You're not even human! You're something... much more! And I feel it inside me, a terrible cold... The story you promised is starting to unfold! [Chorus] [The music becomes a full, chaotic orchestra, soaring with a minor-key melody. The victim's voice is desperate and powerful.] [Victim:] Oh, what is this hunger? This terrible ache! A cold, sudden craving I cannot mistake! The colors are screaming! The sounds are too loud! My old life is over, wrapped in a funeral shroud! This is the new world, of shadow and sin! My awful forever... is starting to... BEGIN! [Verse 2] [The frantic tempo returns. The victim is describing her senses changing.] [Victim:] I can see every dust mote that dances and gleams! I can hear every secret, I can hear every scream! From a street far away, a man locks his door, I've never felt anything like this before! My heart's just a whisper, a beat soft and low... Oh, why is this happening? (sobbing) I don't... want to... know! [Pre-Chorus] [The vampire's voice enters, smooth and commanding, cutting through her panic.] [Vampire (Baritone):] Don't fight it, my dear, it's a gift that I give. You were only existing... now you're learning to live. [Victim:] This isn't living! This is pain and a void! My entire existence has just been destroyed! [Chorus] [The victim's panic shifts to the new, dominant feeling: the thirst.] [Victim:] Oh, what is this hunger? This terrible NEED! It's a fire inside me, a ravenous greed! The city below me, a river of red! The one single thought that is filling my head! This is the moment the monster breaks free! This... this THIRST... it is all that is ME! [Outro] [The orchestra swells to a huge, terrifying climax, then suddenly cuts to a single, high, trembling string note. The victim's voice is a pained, desperate whisper.] [Victim:] I... I'm so... thirsty... (Spoken, with dawning horror) ...I need... [The orchestra slams in with one final, deafening, horrific chord.]
