(Intro) [The song begins with a slow, deep, and distorted bassline that pulses like a dark heartbeat. A simple, heavy drum beat enters. A weeping, overdriven slide guitar cries out a bluesy, mournful lick. The atmosphere is thick, smoky, and ritualistic.] (Verse 1) [Papa Midnight - his voice is a deep, gravelly, intimate whisper, full of swagger and menace] The lights are low... the air is hot... You came to me for what they've not... A different kind of holy ground Where true salvation can be found Forget the books, forget the priest Tonight, we celebrate the beast No gentle prayer, no whispered plea Just the rhythm... of you and me. (Chorus) [The music gets heavier, more intense. A quiet, ghostly choir of female voices adds a layer of harmony. Papa Midnight's voice is a powerful, rhythmic chant.] [Papa Midnight and the Choir] This is the sermon of the skin The only church to find your sin And wash it clean with sweat and grace In this forgotten, holy place So let the sacred fever start And learn the language of the heart That beats a drum... you can't deny Beneath a black and endless sky. (Verse 2) [Papa Midnight] They taught you that the flesh was weak A filthy word you couldn't speak A temporary, fragile cage To be forgotten on life's stage But I can show you, little one That's where the magic's truly spun The altar where the angels fall And answer to my every call. (Chorus) [Papa Midnight and the Choir] This is the sermon of the skin The only church to find your sin And wash it clean with sweat and grace In this forgotten, holy place So let the sacred fever start And learn the language of the heart That beats a drum... you can't deny Beneath a black and endless sky. (Bridge) [The music breaks down to just the hypnotic bassline and the weeping slide guitar. Papa Midnight's voice is a close, seductive whisper.] [Papa Midnight] Let me trace the sigil on your spine... And make you feel something... divine. Let me be the poison in your wine... And for a moment... make you mine. Can you handle the heat when the fever breaks? For goodness... and for badness' sakes... This is a habit you can't name... Welcome, child... to the real game. (Outro) [The full, heavy groove returns for a final, powerful instrumental section. The slide guitar wails. The beat is heavy and hypnotic. Papa Midnight's voice is a final, possessive whisper over the fading music.] [Papa Midnight] One last kiss... or maybe three... You're addicted now... Just let it be... (He chuckles softly) ...you're mine. [The song ends with the slide guitar holding a long, feedback-laden note that slowly decays into silence.] [End]
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