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WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU! 2

[Intro: Chain drag on concrete, metal scraping, guitar feedback squeal, heavy breathing, Lament Configuration clicks] [Spoken Word: Low American whisper, psychotic, pissed off] Elliot Spencer died in the trenches! I was BORN in the Labyrinth! You opened it! Now you belong to US! [Verse 1: bass clicks, heavy groove, whisper to scream] Captain in the Somme, faith down in the mud! Prayed to nothing, drowned in blood! Numb! Inside! Can't feel a thing! Sailed the world just to feel the sting! Black box! Twenty one! India! Thought it was pleasure! IT WAS HELL! [Hook: riff rip, full band slam] CLICK! CLICK! PUZZLE TURNS! LIGHT BLEEDS OUT! FLESH STILL BURNS! [Chorus: drums, double kick, screamed] WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU! CHAINS FROM THE WALLS! HOOKS THROUGH YOU! PAIN IS PLEASURE! PLEASURE IS PAIN! WELCOME TO THE GASH! [Verse 2: Heavy groove breakdown, dissonant riff, bass slap] Strapped to the altar where the rust never ends! Razor to the skull! CUT THE GRID! Every hole! Every line! HAMMER THE NAIL! Memory gone! Name gone! Only pain prevails! No more human! No more tears! Only torment! Only fear! [Spoken Word: Unhinged whisper over chain swing SFX] No more Elliot... Only the Priest... Only AGONY! [Hook:squeal, gang shout] I AM THE COLD! I AM THE LAW! HELL PRIEST! FINAL SAW! [Chorus: Heavier, guttural low vocals, drums go insane] WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU! KNEEL IN THE CHAINS! WE OWN YOU! NO PRAYERS! NO GOD! NO ESCAPE! YOUR FLESH IS THE PRAYER WE TAKE! [Verse 3: Slowest, sickest groove, style scatting into scream] I DON'T RUN! I JUST STARE! CHAINS BURST OUT FROM THE AIR! THROUGH THE SKIN! THROUGH THE BONE! PULL! PULL! TEAR! TEAR! SNAP THE NECK! TAKE THE HEAD! DRAG YOUR SOUL WHERE THE DEAD DON'T REST! UNMAKE YOU! REMAKE YOU! NAIL YOU TO THE FRAME! ANOTHER GRID! ANOTHER SLAVE! [Bridge: Music drops to just bass click + heartbeat + whispering voices of victims] Come closer... why you running? We want you... we want you... [Whisper builds to scream] [Breakdown: Slow groove, Dimebag-style divebombs, trash can drums, heaviest part] TEAR! YOUR! SOUL! APART! TEAR! YOUR! SOUL! APART! PULL! PULL! PULL! PULL![Shouted] [Final Chorus: All out, double kick assault, screaming] WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU! CHAINS FROM THE WALLS! HOOKS THROUGH YOU! YOUR SUFFERING WILL BE LEGENDARY, EVEN IN HELL! COME TO DADDY! COME TO DADDY! [Outro: Everything cuts, one chain drop, one final guitar squeal, breathing] [Spoken Word: Cold whisper] Your flesh was not enough... Your soul was not enough... I will unmake you... WE HAVE SUCH SIGHTS TO SHOW YOU!!!!!!! [Sound Effect: Wet hook tear, box slams shut]