[Silence — Dark hollow melancholic mood. Single decaying piano notes. Deep organic sub-bass 65Hz continuous drone. No percussion. Intimate breath-close vocal, sung melodic, natural rasp, barely audible.] Blood on the walls Blood on the floor The cold steel breathes Feasting on the corpse [Block 1 — Sparse deliberate drums enter, heavy kick, minimal snare, spacious. Baritone electric guitar, clean tone, no distortion, muted attack, long dark sustain. Mid-range gritty vocal, rhythmic melodic phrasing, close mic, subtle double track.] The iron hook is driven deep in raw meat, A red river flows right under our feet. The walls are pulsing like a warm living cage, As if this room was alive with this rage. The teeth made of steel are biting the air, The bones are cracking in heavy despair. Everyone enters a human inside, But leaves as a shadow with nowhere to hide. Blood drips down slow from the dirty black glove, The silence is cut by the machines from above. The flesh is breathing under freezing white light, And the eyes go dark one by one in the night. [Tension — Drums tighten, bass swells, guitar thickens in the low-mids. Vocal gains intensity, clean flowing melodic delivery, dynamic phrasing, close mic. Light distant strings as shadows.] Do you hear that beat? It’s the hearts pumping right before the end! Do you smell that stench? It’s the fear mixing deep with the blood! [Weight — Heavy instrumental expansion. Full dense drums, deep sub-bass rumble. Baritone guitar thickens, continuous resonance. Mid-range vocal full voice, clean flowing melodic, overlapping double track, maximum width. Dark melancholic atmosphere. Peak energy.] Slaughterhouse! The bloody hands beneath the ceiling high! Slaughterhouse! The crimson blood is breathing with a cry! Slaughterhouse! The blades are dancing right above our head! Slaughterhouse! And nothing will be left of us but dead! [Block 2 — Drums pull back to sparse deliberate pattern, still heavy kick, minimal snare. Bass-heavy but spacious. Vocal returns to intimate gritty delivery, close mic, darker melodic tone.] The floor is sticky from the hot heavy stream, The rusty machines are starting to scream. The lungs are filling with the metal and dust, And every single breath tastes like fury and rust. The bodies are hanging completely still in the dark, Like dead faceless prayers without any spark. Something is growing beneath the raw skin, Something very hungry is waiting within. [Collapse — Stripped to sub-bass drone and distant decaying piano. Vocal intimate, suspended melodic phrasing, close mic, sung clean. Minimal percussion.] Don't run away… You are already a part of this… You are breathing... The very thing that kills... [Weight — Full return. Heavy instrumental expansion, dense low-end, heavy drums. Baritone guitar clean sustain thickens. Mid-range vocal full dynamic, clean flowing melodic, double tracked. Maximum dark atmosphere.] Slaughterhouse! The bloody hands beneath the ceiling high! Slaughterhouse! The crimson blood is breathing with a cry! Slaughterhouse! The blades are dancing right above our head! Slaughterhouse! And nothing will be left of us but dead! Slaughterhouse! Slaughterhouse! [Decay — Drums fade rapidly. Only dark haunting piano chords and sub-bass drone remain. Vocal final melodic phrase dissolving into intimate breath, close mic. Fade to absolute silence.] Slaughterhouse… Blood… Slaughterhouse…
