[Intro – Lonely, distorted electric guitar picked slowly beside a crackling campfire. Notes bend and wail into the darkness. Faint wind and distant nocturnal sounds. No drums. A throaty female voice hums wordlessly in the distance.] [Verse 1 – Low, weathered male voice, intimate and mournful. Sparse, haunted guitar.] Promises echo through the halls, The dust settles like grey snow, The silence all around me falls, And the darkness begins to grow. [Instrumental – Guitar strings groan and bend. The female singer answers with a low, ghostly, wordless moan.] [Chorus – Male vocal grows desperate. Female singer provides a deep, haunting wordless harmony. Gentle drums enter with soft, deliberate strikes.] Wicked. Wicked man. Come bring her back again. Oh, wicked... wicked man. Bring her right here to me where I stand. Wiiiiiiiiiicked man. Briiing her back again. [Instrumental – Distorted guitar cries out, then retreats into quiet fingerpicking. Campfire crackles.] [Verse 2 – Conversational, weary delivery. Woman's throaty humming drifts beneath the guitar. No drums.] There's a jar full of ashes and smoky leaves, There's a voice trailing out by the creek, There's always a way if a fella believes, But that path there ain't for the weak. No, Lord... No, Lord... Not for the weak. [Silence – All instruments stop abruptly. Complete silence.] [Chorus – Guitar returns with a mournful howl. Gentle kick drum and brushed snare. Female singer swells behind the male voice.] Wicked. Wicked man. Come bring her back again. Oh, wicked... wicked man. Bring her right here to me where I stand. Wiiiiiiiiiicked man. Briiing her back again. [Instrumental – Slow, sinister guitar solo. Bent notes sustain and decay. Wordless female vocals rise and fall like a distant warning.] [Verse 3 – Male voice becomes commanding and obsessive. A low drumbeat enters beneath distorted guitar.] Wicked man will do my will, He'll snatch her back from the sea, Take her body, cold and still, Bring her from hell right to me. No, Lord... Right back to me. Oh, that... [Chorus – Stronger, desperate delivery. Guitar distortion thickens. Female backing vocals become louder and increasingly unsettling.] Wicked. Wicked man. Come bring her back again. Oh, wicked... wicked man. Bring her right here to me where I stand. Wiiiiiiiiiicked man. Briiing her back again. [Instrumental – The drums fade. A long distorted guitar note bends downward like a dying scream. The woman releases a low, trembling wordless lament.] [Verse 4 – Nearly whispered, filled with dawning horror. Guitar returns to sparse picking. Campfire crackles.] Now he's gone and she is here, With eyes like dull glass beads, And I know, with slowly dawning fear, Where my black promise leads. Oh, Lord... [Chorus – Final invocation. Male voice cracked and frightened. Female backing vocals grow dissonant and haunting. Gentle drums return.] Wicked. Wicked man. Come bring her back again. Oh, wicked... wicked man. Bring her right here to me where I stand. Wiiiiiiiiiicked man. Briiing her back again. [Outro – All drums stop. Distorted guitar wails once more. Female voice sings a long, throaty, wordless descending melody.] Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiccccckkkkkedd. The wicked man. [Ending – The last guitar note slowly dies. The woman's humming fades into the distant trees. Only the crackling campfire remains.] [Silence]
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