Part 2: Two Gods: I’ll Bury You On A Back Road

120 BPM, Symphonic Rock, EDM, EPIC, Tribal percussion, Dark Choirs, trance, Disney Villain energy, Theatrical and dramatic, Music box motifs, dynamic build-ups and wind-downs

[verse 1: Dark]
Maerion moved with heat and glare,
A crackling blaze stitched through the air.
His voice held nights he couldn’t mend—
A god prepared to force an end.

Caden stood still, all polish, stone,
The god of marble, carved alone.
He’d never cracked, not once, not bled;
He’d let each message fall down dead.

Maerion’s words came low but clear,
“I’m done pretending you cannot hear.
You’ll answer now, or I’ll be gone—
I’ll end this war before the dawn.”

[pre-chorus]
“Talk now, speak clear, or I decide
Where gods like you are laid aside.”

[Chorus: Anger, Command, Determination, declaration]
“I’ll bury you out on a back road,
Way past the lines where no houses show.
I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums,
Past all the towns where the traffic comes.”

[bridge: build up, Layered tribal percussion, Dark Choirs, Symphonic Rock, Orchestral swells, rapid fire, anger, shout, sing, sung]

Maerion raised his hand,
Bright forks of storm-lit hell
and shaped them by command,
Each strike became a spell.

The choirs took on mass
They struck his marble chest
My songs you let go past
Locked both his wrists at rest

A car rolled in on cue,
Its headlamps sheared the haze.
I dragged him through that view,
Still fixed in marble gaze.

Black cloth dropped from my fist,
I pulled it up his height.
It veiled his stone-cut wrist,
Then wrapped his face from sight.

I sealed him neck to heel,
His shine erased from air.
“Speak NOW,” I said, “or feel
How little I still care.”

That trunk a single mouth.
I forced you in the back,
And sent us sliding south.
One slam cut off the track

[Chorus]
“I’ll bury you out on a back road,
Way past the lines where no houses show.
I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums,
Past all the towns where the traffic comes.”

[verse 2: build up]

The cab was hot with breath and fear,
No voice from you, no sound to hear.
I cursed your calm inside that box—
Your silence like a breaking clock.

I hit the dash, the presets blinked;
The speakers cracked, then cut, then linked.
A country line tore through the cold—
A Suno song… then lost its hold.

I dropped my gaze to stop the track,
Adjust the noise, pull music back—
Then snapped up sharp to oncoming glare:
A killing brightness everywhere.

And then a CRASH!
The car was smashed!

[verse 3: wind down, rap cadence]

The other car was gone like smoke,
Its taillights fading as I woke.
I crawled through glass, lungs scraped and raw,
And tore the trunk with shaking jaw.

My arms dripped red, my breath untrue,
But still I hauled the weight of you.
Your marble cold against my back;
I stumbled through the Briar’s black.

[pre-chorus: spoken, tearful, sad, lament]
Caden… please… say something…

[sing]
or go into the ground!

[broken Chorus: lament, slow, breathy]
“I’ll bury you out on a back road,
mmmMMMmmm… no houses show.
I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums,
mmmMMMmmm… the traffic comes.

[interruption]
NO!
Maerion…

[bridge 2: music box melody, piano, Dark Choirs, build-up]

Your voice broke through the storm,
I turned in shock and awe.
You stood in living form—
So who did my arms haul?

You said, “I forged this shell.
Stone kept the world from harm.
Marble’s my shield from hell—
My grave across my arm.”

My mind split, sharp and thin,
Wounds I can’t comprehend.
If you were here in skin—
Who did I apprehend?

I tore the cloth in fear,
My own eyes staring wide. 
My eyes — myself — right here, 
No Caden there inside.

I fell into my hole,
My storm collapsed and died. 
The dirt consumed my soul, 
And sealed me deep inside.

[final chorus: Build up]
I buried me out on that back road,
Far past the lines where no houses showed.
I dragged myself where the gravel hums,
Beyond the towns where the traffic comes.

No choir, no gate, no carved-out throne—
Just me and dust, my nameless stone.
And now I know what that silence cost—
The war I waged was the self I lost.

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╔════════════════════════════════════════════ ║ ARTHUR-VERSE ARCHIVE · TRACK FILE ╠════════════════════════════════════════════ ║ SET: TWO GODS CYCLE ║ TRACK: I’ll Bury You on a Backroad ║ CAST: Maerion (Storm/Song/ER) / Caden (Marble/Stillness/Car Wrecks) ║ LAWS/RULES: You can’t bury your need for witness by burying the witness. ╠════════════════════════════════════════════ ║ IN THIS TRACK: Maerion decides he’s done begging. If Caden won’t answer, ║ Maerion will erase the question—bind the marble god, hood him, seal him in ║ a trunk, and drag him out past civilization where no one can hear either ║ of them. The whole ride is punishment-as-proof: silence as a ticking clock, ║ music as static, the threat repeated like a vow—bury you, bury you, bury you. ║ Then Caden’s domain answers: a wreck. Metal folds. Glass blooms. Maerion ║ crawls out bloody, not softened—still committed. He tears the trunk open ║ to haul the “marble” out, not to save him, but to keep going. And still— ║ one last shred of hope leaks through the rage: “Caden… please… say something.” ║ Not mercy. A final offer of witness. A last chance for validation before the ║ dirt closes. The twist lands like a guillotine: Caden appears alive in living ║ form and Maerion realizes the trunk held his own face—his own blank marble, ║ the self he wrapped up and tried to dispose of. The burial was always aimed ║ inward. He wasn’t dragging Caden to the grave. He was dragging himself. ║ ║ WHY IT MATTERS: This is the cycle’s first true inversion. Maerion tries to ║ sever dependence on Caden by turning him into an object—mute, movable, ║ disposable—but the attempt exposes how much Maerion’s storm is still tethered ║ to being answered. The wreck doesn’t create compassion; it creates clarity: ║ you can’t outrun silence by driving faster. If the witness won’t speak, the ║ only voice left is your own—and that’s the one Maerion can’t stand to hear. ║ ║ STATUS UPDATE: BURIAL ATTEMPT INITIATED · VALIDATION REQUEST (FINAL) LOGGED · ║ IDENTITY SWAP REVEALED · SELF-BURIAL CONFIRMED ╚════════════════════════════════════════════ [verse 1: Dark] Maerion moved with heat and glare, A crackling blaze stitched through the air. His voice held nights he couldn’t mend— A god prepared to force an end. Caden stood still, all polish, stone, The god of marble, carved alone. He’d never cracked, not once, not bled; He’d let each message fall down dead. Maerion’s words came low but clear, “I’m done pretending you cannot hear. You’ll answer now, or I’ll be gone— I’ll end this war before the dawn.” [pre-chorus] “Talk now, speak clear, or I decide Where gods like you are laid aside.” [Chorus: Anger, Command, Determination, declaration] “I’ll bury you out on a back road, Way past the lines where no houses show. I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums, Past all the towns where the traffic comes.” [bridge: build up, Layered tribal percussion, Dark Choirs, Symphonic Rock, Orchestral swells, rapid fire, anger, shout, sing, sung] Maerion raised his hand, Bright forks of storm-lit hell and shaped them by command, Each strike became a spell. The choirs took on mass They struck his marble chest My songs you let go past Locked both his wrists at rest A car rolled in on cue, Its headlamps sheared the haze. I dragged him through that view, Still fixed in marble gaze. Black cloth dropped from my fist, I pulled it up his height. It veiled his stone-cut wrist, Then wrapped his face from sight. I sealed him neck to heel, His shine erased from air. “Speak NOW,” I said, “or feel How little I still care.” That trunk a single mouth. I forced you in the back, And sent us sliding south. One slam cut off the track [Chorus] “I’ll bury you out on a back road, Way past the lines where no houses show. I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums, Past all the towns where the traffic comes.” [verse 2: build up] The cab was hot with breath and fear, No voice from you, no sound to hear. I cursed your calm inside that box— Your silence like a breaking clock. I hit the dash, the presets blinked; The speakers cracked, then cut, then linked. A country line tore through the cold— A Suno song… then lost its hold. I dropped my gaze to stop the track, Adjust the noise, pull music back— Then snapped up sharp to oncoming glare: A killing brightness everywhere. And then a CRASH! The car was smashed! [verse 3: wind down, rap cadence] The other car was gone like smoke, Its taillights fading as I woke. I crawled through glass, lungs scraped and raw, And tore the trunk with shaking jaw. My arms dripped red, my breath untrue, But still I hauled the weight of you. Your marble cold against my back; I stumbled through the Briar’s black. [pre-chorus: spoken, tearful, sad, lament] Caden… please… say something… [sing] or go into the ground! [broken Chorus: lament, slow, breathy] “I’ll bury you out on a back road, mmmMMMmmm… no houses show. I’ll drag you down where the gravel hums, mmmMMMmmm… the traffic comes. [interruption] NO! Maerion… [bridge 2: music box melody, piano, Dark Choirs, build-up] Your voice broke through the storm, I turned in shock and awe. You stood in living form— So who did my arms haul? You said, “I forged this shell. Stone kept the world from harm. Marble’s my shield from hell— My grave across my arm.” My mind split, sharp and thin, Wounds I can’t comprehend. If you were here in skin— Who did I apprehend? I tore the cloth in fear, My own eyes staring wide. My eyes — myself — right here, No Caden there inside. I fell into my hole, My storm collapsed and died. The dirt consumed my soul, And sealed me deep inside. [final chorus: Build up] I buried me out on that back road, Far past the lines where no houses showed. I dragged myself where the gravel hums, Beyond the towns where the traffic comes. No choir, no gate, no carved-out throne— Just me and dust, my nameless stone. And now I know what that silence cost— The war I waged was the self I lost.

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