[Thunderous crowd cheering. Cathedral bells toll across the stadium. Wind howls through the PA. Smoke machines engulf the stage as the audience chants “BUFFET! BUFFET! BUFFET!” Slow crushing guitar feedback fades into the opening riff.] The black sun rises, shadows crawl, A throne of lies, his silent hall. In the depths, the mirror waits, Thuzun Thune, a cursed fate. [Crowd claps in unison. Massive cheers.] Whispers coiled in tongues of dread, What is real when gods are dead? A sorcerer’s gaze, a kingdom’s wane, Truth in the void drives men insane. [Church bells ring. Ezekiel raises his hand, urging the crowd to sing.] Through the glass, the void calls doom, Reflections twist in Thuzun Thune. The power fades, the light turns gray, In the mirror, life slips away. [50,000 fans sing the chorus. Pyrotechnics erupt across the stage. Twin lead guitars soar above the crowd.] Through the glass, the void calls doom, Reflections twist in Thuzun Thune. The power fades, the light turns gray, In the mirror, life slips away. [Crowd roars. Ezekiel shouts:] “SING IT!” [Audience erupts in applause.] A thousand lives, a thousand lies, Echoes scream, the soul denies. A king who ruled by steel and hate, Falls to visions of his own fate. The cosmos weeps as he stares too long, Reality fractures, time goes wrong. In endless depths, his will is slain, Bound forever by the dark refrain. [Extended twin guitar harmony. Cathedral bells echo between soaring guitar phrases. The crowd claps overhead in time with the drums.] Through the glass, the void calls doom, Reflections twist in Thuzun Thune. The power fades, the light turns gray, In the mirror, life slips away. [The band drops to half volume. Ezekiel speaks to the audience.] “THUZUN…” [50,000 fans respond.] “THUNE!” “THUZUN…” “THUNE!” [The full band crashes back in. Flames erupt from both sides of the stage.] Darkened eyes and trembling hands, Lost in seas of shifting sands. Thuzun Thune, the mirror’s snare, No escape from the madness there. The king is gone, his empire dust, The mirror keeps what it must. Thuzun Thune, your truth is pain, All who look shall go insane. [Ezekiel steps back from the microphone, holding it towards the audience.] Thuzun Thune, your truth is pain, All who look shall go… [The band pauses. The entire stadium sings the final word alone.] INSANE! [Massive sustained final chord. Cathedral bells toll repeatedly. The crowd erupts into deafening applause, chanting “FUNERAL BUFFET! FUNERAL BUFFET!” as the guitars feed back and the lights slowly fade to black.]
