BURY IT AGAIN

Cinematic nightmare horror, industrial drumstep and deathcore, 170 BPM with halftime drops, Detuned music box, minor-second clashes, tritones, low organ drones, scraping violin harmonics and bowed-metal shrieks, Open with close, uneven breathing; floorboards creak, a door groans, three knocks, then whispers moving left to right, Add reversed murmurs, distant childlike laughter, muffled cries, dragging chains, radio static and footsteps that stop with the beat, Introduce effects one at a time, shifting from distant reverb to dry, intimate proximity, Male whispers build into gritty rhythmic vocals, panicked fry screams and pitch-lowered guttural doubles, Tight kick/snare, sparse cymbals, clear palm-muted guitar chugs, distorted sub growls, Cut everything to dead silence before sudden orchestral stabs and bass impacts, Escalate tension each section; finish with the music box slowing down and one breath beside the ear, Terrifying, claustrophobic, no camp or cheerful Halloween bounce

[INTRO — MALE WHISPER; BREATHING, DRAGGING CHAINS]

Don’t touch the lid.
Listen.

[Three knocks from inside; silence]

It waited for us to stop digging.

[VERSE 1 — MALE, LOW RHYTHMIC DELIVERY; HEARTBEAT KICK]

Halloween night,
We climbed the cemetery gates.
You had the Book of the Dead.
I had our Bible in a pool of blood.

Found a grave with the name scratched off,
Took turns digging till we hit the coffin.
Six feet down and it was warm.
Something dragged its nails beneath my palm.

You laughed till it laughed right back.

[MALE — DISTORTED LAUGH]

Hahahahahaha!

[MALE — LOW RAP]

Then the chain pulled tight
And snapped in two.

The corpse still wore a priest’s white collar,
Its mouth was stitched from side to side.
You cracked the book and started reading.
It opened both its eyes.

[PRE-CHORUS — LOW LATIN CHANT; MALE ENGLISH RESPONSE]
[Scraping strings rise]

Veni foras.
Come forth.
De profundis.
Out of the depths.

[Whisper; instruments cut]

The stitches moved.

[DROP — SCREAM; BASS IMPACT]

SHUT THE FUCKING LID!

[CHORUS — MALE FRY SCREAMS; HEAVY HALFTIME]

BURY IT AGAIN!
HOLD IT DOWN!
DON’T LET THAT FUCKER OUT OF THE GROUND!
PILE ON THE DIRT!
PILE ON THE STONE!
WHY’S IT STILL TALKING
WITH ITS MOUTH SEWN CLOSED?

DE PROFUNDIS!
OUT OF THE DEPTHS!
WE PUT IT DOWN—
IT WON’T STAY DEAD!
BURY IT!
BURY IT AGAIN!

[POST-CHORUS — MUSIC BOX; DISTANT CHILDLIKE LAUGH]
[MALE — PITCH-LOWERED WHISPER]

Noli timere.
Do not be afraid.

You were laughing a minute ago.

[LATIN CHANT — MALE VOICES MULTIPLY; ENGLISH RESPONSES]

Legio nomen mihi est.
My name is Legion.
Quia multi sumus.
For we are many.

[VERSE 2 — MALE, TIGHT RAP; FOOTSTEPS BETWEEN LINES]

You ran for the car. I followed behind.
Bare feet kept slapping the road beside mine.
We locked both doors. You dropped the keys.
Wet black soil stained the floor.
Your teeth started falling out.

You tried to tell me, “Help,”
But you couldn’t get the words out.
A different voice came out instead…

[Drums stop; MALE — POSSESSED WHISPER]

Are we having fun yet…?

[MALE — RAP RESUMES; TIGHT DRUMS]

I grabbed your shoulders.
You grabbed my throat.
Your eyes were bleeding.
Your hands wouldn’t let go.

I watched a stitch push through your lip.
Then felt the same thing underneath my skin.
You let go. I couldn’t breathe.
Then something took a breath for me.

[PRE-CHORUS — CLOSE WHISPERS; BOWED-METAL RISE]

Noli timere.
Do not be afraid.

[MALE — STRAINED, ALMOST SPOKEN]

I tried to scream.
It made me sing.

[Hard silence]

Veni foras.
Come forth.

[CHORUS — MALE FRY SCREAMS; GUTTURAL DOUBLES]

BURY IT AGAIN!
HOLD IT DOWN!
DON’T LET THAT FUCKER OUT OF THE GROUND!
PILE ON THE DIRT!
PILE ON THE STONE!
WHY’S IT STILL TALKING
WITH ITS MOUTH SEWN CLOSED?

DE PROFUNDIS!
OUT OF THE DEPTHS!
WE PUT IT DOWN—
IT WON’T STAY DEAD!
BURY IT!
BURY IT AGAIN!

[BRIDGE — NO DRUMS; MUFFLED HAMMERING, CLOSE BREATHING]
[MALE — FRIGHTENED WHISPER]

I wake up looking at the lid.
Your voice is somewhere over it.
You’re crying while you hammer.
I’m trying to tell you I’m alive.

Libera me.
Set me free.

I know you hear me.
Stop putting dirt on me.

[MALE — TREMBLING LATIN PRAYER; ENGLISH RESPONSE]

Domine, libera animam meam.
Lord, deliver my soul.

Libera me.
Set me free.

[Second voice underneath the lead]

My hands keep knocking.
I’m not moving them.

[BREAKDOWN — MALE GUTTURALS; SPACED CHUGS, HARD STOPS]

GET—
THE FUCK—
OUT OF ME!

[LATIN SHOUT; ENGLISH SCREAMED RESPONSE]

EXI, SPIRITUS IMMUNDE!
COME OUT, UNCLEAN SPIRIT!

I CAN FEEL IT
BEHIND MY TEETH!
PULLING THE THREAD
WHEN I TRY TO SCREAM!

LIBERA ME!
SET ME FREE!
THERE’S SOMETHING ELSE
IN HERE WITH ME!

[Silence; one dry laugh]
[MALE — DEEP, POSSESSED]

That’s what he said, too.
Right before we dug him up.

[FINAL CHORUS — POSSESSED LEAD; PANICKED SCREAMS UNDERNEATH]

BURY ME AGAIN!
HOLD ME DOWN!
YOU’LL HEAR ME THROUGH SIX FEET OF GROUND!
PILE ON THE DIRT!
PILE ON THE STONE!
I’LL USE HIS VOICE
WHEN YOU’RE HERE ALONE!

DE PROFUNDIS!
OUT OF THE DEPTHS!
HIS LUNGS ARE EMPTY—
I’M USING YOURS NEXT!
BURY ME!
BURY ME AGAIN!

[OUTRO — MUSIC BOX SLOWS; SHOVEL FALLS SILENT]
[MALE — FAINT, HUMAN VOICE]

Please.
It’s me.

[Three knocks; close breath]
[MALE — WHISPER BESIDE THE EAR]

Veni foras.
Come forth.

[Hard cut]

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[INTRO — MALE WHISPER; BREATHING, DRAGGING CHAINS] Don’t touch the lid. Listen. [Three knocks from inside; silence] It waited for us to stop digging. [VERSE 1 — MALE, LOW RHYTHMIC DELIVERY; HEARTBEAT KICK] Halloween night, We climbed the cemetery gates. You had the Book of the Dead. I had our Bible in a pool of blood. Found a grave with the name scratched off, Took turns digging till we hit the coffin. Six feet down and it was warm. Something dragged its nails beneath my palm. You laughed till it laughed right back. [MALE — DISTORTED LAUGH] Hahahahahaha! [MALE — LOW RAP] Then the chain pulled tight And snapped in two. The corpse still wore a priest’s white collar, Its mouth was stitched from side to side. You cracked the book and started reading. It opened both its eyes. [PRE-CHORUS — LOW LATIN CHANT; MALE ENGLISH RESPONSE] [Scraping strings rise] Veni foras. Come forth. De profundis. Out of the depths. [Whisper; instruments cut] The stitches moved. [DROP — SCREAM; BASS IMPACT] SHUT THE FUCKING LID! [CHORUS — MALE FRY SCREAMS; HEAVY HALFTIME] BURY IT AGAIN! HOLD IT DOWN! DON’T LET THAT FUCKER OUT OF THE GROUND! PILE ON THE DIRT! PILE ON THE STONE! WHY’S IT STILL TALKING WITH ITS MOUTH SEWN CLOSED? DE PROFUNDIS! OUT OF THE DEPTHS! WE PUT IT DOWN— IT WON’T STAY DEAD! BURY IT! BURY IT AGAIN! [POST-CHORUS — MUSIC BOX; DISTANT CHILDLIKE LAUGH] [MALE — PITCH-LOWERED WHISPER] Noli timere. Do not be afraid. You were laughing a minute ago. [LATIN CHANT — MALE VOICES MULTIPLY; ENGLISH RESPONSES] Legio nomen mihi est. My name is Legion. Quia multi sumus. For we are many. [VERSE 2 — MALE, TIGHT RAP; FOOTSTEPS BETWEEN LINES] You ran for the car. I followed behind. Bare feet kept slapping the road beside mine. We locked both doors. You dropped the keys. Wet black soil stained the floor. Your teeth started falling out. You tried to tell me, “Help,” But you couldn’t get the words out. A different voice came out instead… [Drums stop; MALE — POSSESSED WHISPER] Are we having fun yet…? [MALE — RAP RESUMES; TIGHT DRUMS] I grabbed your shoulders. You grabbed my throat. Your eyes were bleeding. Your hands wouldn’t let go. I watched a stitch push through your lip. Then felt the same thing underneath my skin. You let go. I couldn’t breathe. Then something took a breath for me. [PRE-CHORUS — CLOSE WHISPERS; BOWED-METAL RISE] Noli timere. Do not be afraid. [MALE — STRAINED, ALMOST SPOKEN] I tried to scream. It made me sing. [Hard silence] Veni foras. Come forth. [CHORUS — MALE FRY SCREAMS; GUTTURAL DOUBLES] BURY IT AGAIN! HOLD IT DOWN! DON’T LET THAT FUCKER OUT OF THE GROUND! PILE ON THE DIRT! PILE ON THE STONE! WHY’S IT STILL TALKING WITH ITS MOUTH SEWN CLOSED? DE PROFUNDIS! OUT OF THE DEPTHS! WE PUT IT DOWN— IT WON’T STAY DEAD! BURY IT! BURY IT AGAIN! [BRIDGE — NO DRUMS; MUFFLED HAMMERING, CLOSE BREATHING] [MALE — FRIGHTENED WHISPER] I wake up looking at the lid. Your voice is somewhere over it. You’re crying while you hammer. I’m trying to tell you I’m alive. Libera me. Set me free. I know you hear me. Stop putting dirt on me. [MALE — TREMBLING LATIN PRAYER; ENGLISH RESPONSE] Domine, libera animam meam. Lord, deliver my soul. Libera me. Set me free. [Second voice underneath the lead] My hands keep knocking. I’m not moving them. [BREAKDOWN — MALE GUTTURALS; SPACED CHUGS, HARD STOPS] GET— THE FUCK— OUT OF ME! [LATIN SHOUT; ENGLISH SCREAMED RESPONSE] EXI, SPIRITUS IMMUNDE! COME OUT, UNCLEAN SPIRIT! I CAN FEEL IT BEHIND MY TEETH! PULLING THE THREAD WHEN I TRY TO SCREAM! LIBERA ME! SET ME FREE! THERE’S SOMETHING ELSE IN HERE WITH ME! [Silence; one dry laugh] [MALE — DEEP, POSSESSED] That’s what he said, too. Right before we dug him up. [FINAL CHORUS — POSSESSED LEAD; PANICKED SCREAMS UNDERNEATH] BURY ME AGAIN! HOLD ME DOWN! YOU’LL HEAR ME THROUGH SIX FEET OF GROUND! PILE ON THE DIRT! PILE ON THE STONE! I’LL USE HIS VOICE WHEN YOU’RE HERE ALONE! DE PROFUNDIS! OUT OF THE DEPTHS! HIS LUNGS ARE EMPTY— I’M USING YOURS NEXT! BURY ME! BURY ME AGAIN! [OUTRO — MUSIC BOX SLOWS; SHOVEL FALLS SILENT] [MALE — FAINT, HUMAN VOICE] Please. It’s me. [Three knocks; close breath] [MALE — WHISPER BESIDE THE EAR] Veni foras. Come forth. [Hard cut]

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