[INTRO — LOW SUB-BASS RUMBLE, DARK ATMOSPHERE] [FEMALE SPOKEN VOICE — MATURE, DEEP, SMOKY, SULTRY, SLOW AND CONFIDENT] "Mmmm... Devil's Underground Inc..." [SHORT PAUSE — WHISPERING ECHO] "Where darkness has a voice..." [FEMALE VOICE — DEEPER, SINISTER, PLAYFUL] "Presenting... VEYR... NOCTIS." [DEEP DEMONIC CHUCKLE — 808 BASS DROP] [HAUNTED HARPSICHORD — CHURCH BELLS — RATTLING CHAINS] [VEYR — DEEP ANCIENT MALE SPOKEN] There's only one other vampire in this land that gets my respect. I call him... Rob. Hahahahaha! And even Devil Death respects the man. Now THAT... Is saying some fucking thing. [808 DROPS — 90S WICKED HORRORCORE BOUNCE] [VERSE 1 — COLD ARROGANT HORRORCORE RAP] I've watched a thousand kingdoms burn, Seen every fucking empire turn. Had kings bow down before my throne, Then watched their children turn to bone. I've met the fools who claim the night, The plastic fangs, the borrowed bite. They wear the black, they play the part, But ain't got darkness in their heart. Then word came crawling through the crypt, About a vampire running his own shit. Clocked Out Ink, a different breed, A Goth Boy Vampire with his own creed. I raised a brow, I gave a grin, Said, "Who the fuck let this one in?" But something different caught my eye, A vampire building without disguise. [PRE-CHORUS — HARPSICHORD BUILDS] I don't bow down! I don't shake hands! I've buried kings across these lands! But once in centuries, I confess, Another creature earns respect! [CHORUS — HEAVY INDUSTRIAL HORRORCORE] ONE OTHER VAMPIRE! ONE I RESPECT! A GOTH BOY WALKING WITH THE DEAD! BLACK HEART! DARK SOUL! TWO DIFFERENT CRYPTS, TWO DIFFERENT THRONES! ONE OTHER VAMPIRE! HE GOES BY ROB! GOT HIS OWN DARK KINGDOM AND A NIGHT SHIFT MOB! I DON'T HAND OUT PRAISE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! BUT EVEN DEVIL DEATH RESPECTS THE MAN! [VERSE 2 — RAPID MULTISYLLABIC HORRORCORE] I'm a centuries-old, cold-souled, crypt-dwelling aristocrat, With a venom-coated vocabulary and a temper that's attached. I've dismissed a thousand wannabes with ridiculous ambitions, Every self-proclaimed immortal got a coffin for admission. But the Goth Boy keeps creating, got a darkness of his own, Ain't pretending to be royalty, he's building up his home. Got his music, got his people, got a movement after dark, And the Night Shift Mob keeps gathering whenever he leaves a mark. Now I don't join a congregation, don't mistake me for a fan, I'm a vicious old abomination with a rather bloody hand. But I recognize conviction when it's standing in my sight, And the bastard's got a presence that belongs among the night. [BEAT SWITCH — DISTORTED BASS, METAL STRIKES] [VEYR — COLD SARCASTIC SPOKEN] You know what's fucking irritating? After centuries of disappointment... I finally find another vampire I don't want to strangle. [LOW LAUGH] Rob... You magnificent bastard. [VERSE 3 — AGGRESSIVE HORRORCORE RAP] Now Devil Death, that smoky fiend, Got purple haze and wicked dreams. He's seen the work, he knows the name, And gives respect without a game. No competition, petty pride, Two darkened worlds on either side. A king of smoke, a lord of blood, Respect ain't something bought with love. I've seen the fake, I've heard the lies, Watched hollow legends advertise. But real recognizes what is real, And that's a truth that time can't steal. So raise the chalice, let it ring, No need to kneel before a king. From Devil's Underground tonight, A nod to Rob across the night! [BREAKDOWN — CHURCH BELLS, INDUSTRIAL GUITAR] [VEYR — DEEP RASPY GROWL] TWO VAMPIRES! DIFFERENT THRONES! TWO DARK KINGDOMS! BUILT ON THEIR OWN! NO FALSE CROWN! NO BORROWED FAME! RESPECT THE WORK! REMEMBER THE NAME! [FINAL CHORUS — FULL HORRORCORE BOUNCE] ONE OTHER VAMPIRE! ONE I RESPECT! A GOTH BOY WALKING WITH THE DEAD! BLACK HEART! DARK SOUL! TWO DIFFERENT CRYPTS, TWO DIFFERENT THRONES! ONE OTHER VAMPIRE! HE GOES BY ROB! GOT HIS OWN DARK KINGDOM AND A NIGHT SHIFT MOB! I DON'T HAND OUT PRAISE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! BUT EVEN DEVIL DEATH RESPECTS THE MAN! [OUTRO — HAUNTED HARPSICHORD, SLOW CHAIN DRAG] [VEYR — DEEP ANCIENT MALE SPOKEN] Well, Rob... The Goth Boy Vampire. From one creature of the night to another... You have my respect. And apparently that purple-smoking bastard Devil Death agrees. Heh... Don't let it go to your head. I still hate everybody else. [LONG SINISTER LAUGH] Hahahahahaha! [FINAL COFFIN SLAM — DISTORTED 808 — SILENCE]
