[Cold Open | Groove low, piano minor chords, lazy trumpet, brushed drums, upright bass, vinyl crackle] [Fingers snap twice, deliberate] [Piano: minor chords, trumpet: ghostly breaths] Stellbell… You think you know who I am… That smile you’re reading? It’s just where I keep the venom… I don’t flash the blade, I let it sleep… Cross my line slow, Feel how quiet gets steep… [Brushes tighten, bass walks darker] With my Bears at my side, I don’t raise my voice… You don’t lose a life, darling… You dissolve into choice… Red mist… No echo… No sound… Just space where you stood, Pressed flat to the ground… --- [Verse 1 | Groove rises, piano minor chords, upright bass walking, brushed drums] [Tremolo guitar faintly wavers, trumpet punctuates line ends, vinyl crackle subtly] Through the swamps, through the tracks, Running tanks, clearing stacks, Zombies burst when we tap the gas, Splat-sound fades in the rear-view glass… I don’t know what story you’re telling, friend, Or what map you think you’re on, But you wandered past the last safe sign Right when the lights went gone. [Beat drops half-step, piano stabs, trumpet holds ghostly note] This is Brindle Bear Base, Every step is known… I’m Stellbell, And I don’t like the way you’re standing in my zone. [TT: subtle vinyl scratch accent under “zone…”] --- [Chorus | Groove swings, upright bass, brushed drums, tremolo guitar, faint organ swell] [Handclaps sparingly, vinyl crackle underlines key words, faint chanting begins: “ooh-ah, ooh-ah…”] Snap your fingers… feel the edge… Smoke drifts, rules bend, I hold… Cross my line slow… Feel how quiet gets steep… With my Bears at my side, I don’t raise my voice… You don’t lose a life, darling… You dissolve into choice… Red mist… No echo… No sound… Just space where you stood, Pressed flat to the ground… [TT: light, rhythmic scratch under “ground…”, chants under voice] --- [Verse 2 | Groove steady, minor piano, upright bass, brushed drums] [Voodoo percussion: bones, bells, tambourine, subtle tremolo guitar] [Chanting layered under voice: “ooh-ah, ooh-ah…"] Through the murk, through the mire, Running tanks, fueling fire, Zombies scatter when we mark the path, Steps of ritual, aftermath… I see the spirits lurking low, Whispers curl where shadows grow, Cross my circle, feel the sway, Voodoo lines where Bears will play… With my Bears, I call the night, Silent chants, no need to fight, Red mist rises, thick and slow, Every step, a measured blow… [TT: micro scratch accents under “blow…"] --- [Bridge / Sax Break | Sax hums low, vinyl crackle, percussion accents] [Chants increase slightly, smooth, rhythmic, like a murmured invocation: “ah-uh… ah-uh… ooh-ah… ooh-ah…”] [Piano minor chords swell, trumpet whispers ghostly calls] Feel the pulse beneath your feet… Hear the drums, the circle complete… Step too close, you’ll find your fate… Voodoo breath, we orchestrate… [TT: micro scratches accent each chant phrase] --- [Chorus / Ritual Climax | Full voodoo-flare instrumentation] Snap your fingers… feel the edge… Smoke drifts, rules bend, I hold… Cross my line slow… Feel how quiet gets steep… With my Bears at my side, I don’t raise my voice… You don’t lose a life, darling… You dissolve into choice… Red mist… No echo… No sound… Just space where you stood, Pressed flat to the ground… [TT: subtle scratch under “ground…”, chants layered softly under] --- [Outro | Bass alone, piano minor fade, trumpet sighs, brushed drums fade, vinyl crackle lingers] [Fingers snap once, sax exhales slowly] ---
