#HauntingSignal - Event Song: 🔗 https://suno.com/song/c8301c95-62e6-4a53-a1be-fbbecd8b6c12 All cursed tracks shall be sealed within the Playlist of the Void 💀: 🔗 https://suno.com/playlist/8fd7663e-c7be-40ab-a7e5-546a633bc676 ################################################# [Intro: Full Choir, low and ominous] Moon above! Gates below! Spread your wings! The dead shall go! [Verse 1: Deep Male Choir] We are the shadows crossing the moon, The Reaper's fleet, arriving soon! While skeletons rattle and graveyards awake, We guard the skies for the dead's own sake! [Verse 2: Full Choir, building] No flag to fly, no crest to bear, We own the darkness, we rule the air! No foe can pass, no light can stay, We sweep the threats of dawn away! [Chorus: Massive Full Choir, triumphant, sharply rhythmic] BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! We own the night! We rule the sky! The dead march forth as we fly high! BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! No crest, no flag, no name to claim! Yet every Halloween, WE WIN THE GAME! [Verse 3: Theatrical, indignant Choir] And what do we get for this glorious fight? A spot by the pumpkin, a blur in the night! Just wings in the corner, just shapes on display! While all of the skeletons steal the whole play! We strike from above! We conquer! We reign! Yet nobody's painting our glorious campaign! The Reaper gets posters, the zombies get fame! We're barely a smudge in the Halloween frame! [Chorus: Massive Full Choir, triumphant, sharply rhythmic] BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! We own the night! We rule the sky! The dead march forth as we fly high! BLACK BATWING BRIGADE! No crest, no flag, no name to claim! Yet every Halloween, WE WIN THE GAME! [Bridge: Low Choir, ominous and deliberate] Remember, you mortals, when darkness takes flight: Those wings overhead keep your nightmares alight! No air force, no rivals, no heroes above! Just us and our wings, and our undying love! [Finale: Grand Wagnerian Choir and Orchestra] WE ARE THE WINGS! WE ARE THE NIGHT! WE KEEP THE REAPER'S KINGDOM RIGHT! So give us our glory! Our place in the frame! WE WANT OUR OWN POSTER! [Sudden orchestral stop] ...And spell our name right. [End]
