Tusk and Thunder

[Intro] [The sound of a distant, freezing wind.] [A single, massive frame drum beats a slow, heavy, heartbeat rhythm. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.] [A mournful, primitive flute (bone flute effect) plays a simple, repeating melody over the drum.] [A heavily distorted, LOW-TUNED guitar enters with a single, sustained power chord that rings out.] [Verse 1 - sung with a low, rumbling GROWL] Sky is grey Sun is stone Felt of beast is warm below We ride to make the red snow [A sharp, guttural grunt: Ugh!] [Chorus - with full-throated, ANTHEMIC power. Guitars play a fast, GALLOPING riff. Double-bass drums kick in at full speed.] Tusk and Thunder, crack the sky! (HOH! HOH! HOH!) Mammoth-riders, live or die! Stone and bone will break their line This frozen mountain will be mine! (MINE!) [Verse 2 - GROWLS become more aggressive. The pace is relentless.] [The war drums become a furious, tribal pattern.] Smell their fear upon the breeze Smell the piss between the trees Spear-points sharp and axes bright We are the coming of the night! [Chorus - even more BRUTAL and chanted by a larger sounding group.] Tusk and Thunder, crack the sky! (HOH! HOH! HOH!) Mammoth-riders, live or die! Stone and bone will break their line This frozen mountain will be mine! (MINE!) [Bridge - music HALTS for a moment, then drops to a half-time chugging riff on the guitars and drums. SLOW AND HEAVY.] The Great Hair Ones stand on the ridge... Their time is over... [A deep, guttural grunt.] Raise the stone axe... high... [A single, ear-splitting SCREAM: CHAAAAARGE!] [Guitar Solo - A CHAOTIC, shredding guitar solo. Not melodic, but full of fast, atonal runs, dive bombs, and heavy whammy bar abuse. It should sound like the chaos of battle, played over the THUNDEROUS drums.] [Outro] [The sound of a mammoth's triumphant, deep bellow echoes.] Tusk and Thunder! (HOH! HOH! HOH!) [The drums and guitars slam to a final, abrupt stop.] [Silence for a beat.] [Only the sound of the HOWLING wind and a final, exhausted grunt remains.] [Fade to black.]