
Intro] (Slow, rhythmic metallic clanking) (Low-frequency oscillator pulsing) (Deep, mournful dark synth pads swell) (Feedback screeching like a distant siren) [Verse 1] [Low, gravelly baritone vocals] A shift in the bone... a ritual skin... The curse of the Bastet is waking within... No longer a woman, no longer a beast, Searching the ruins for a sanctified feast. Golden eyes burning through a centuries' mask, The moon is the master of her terrible task... [Pre-Chorus] [Vocals becoming more tense, layered with whispers] Coiled tension... a shifting frame... Ancient blood... without a name... (Industrial percussion slams) [Chorus] [Explosive, aggressive vocals] [Heavy down-tuned distorted guitar riffing] SNAKE CHARMER! Chanting the low-end frequency! SNAKE CHARMER! Commanding the night’s dark liturgy! Underneath the moon, the shadows sway Turning the hunter into the prey! [Verse 2] [Music drops to somber synth pads and mechanical clicking] [Deep baritone, almost a spoken-word growl] The werecat stalks with a heavy tread, Guided by voices of the long-buried dead. But the serpent is rising, a tower of scale, A god from the dust, ancient and pale. A wicked curve... a sudden strike... Two different monsters made ghost-like... [Pre-Chorus] [Crescendo with heavy crushed drums] The earth is trembling! The coil is tight! Swallowing down the pale moonlight! [Chorus] [Maximum aggression, high-gain feedback loops] SNAKE CHARMER! Chanting the low-end frequency! SNAKE CHARMER! Commanding the night’s dark liturgy! Underneath the moon, the shadows sway Turning the hunter into the prey! [Bridge] [Slow, sludge-metal tempo] [Guitars churning and grinding] Fangs in the dark... a cold embrace... The goddess is lost in this hollow place. No more prowling... no more pride... Nowhere left for the Bastet to hide! [Guitar Solo] (Dissonant, weeping Gothic Metal solo) (Heavy use of feedback and industrial distortion) [Outro] [Music strips back to mechanical industrial drones] The tune goes silent... The jungle breathes... [Whispered] The moon is Witness. The python weaves. (Final heavy distorted chord rings out and decays into static) [End]

