No Saints Left to See (121st Day of Sodom)

Orchestral Indie Rock, Dark Pop, horror-core

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[Intro]
[Delicate harp arpeggios play over a low, humming church organ. Soft, layered vocals enter.]
One last name on a blood-soaked page
One last beast to leave the cage
The hunt is done, the path is clear
The final sacrifice is here
[Verse 1]
I found him in a city hall of polished stone and brass
A monument to maggots, in a suit of tinted glass
He smiled for them and shook their hands, a man of great renown
The architect of hell on earth, wearing a stolen crown
[Pre-Chorus]
And I feel the ghosts behind me, a choir in the rain
Their little hands are on my back, to help me carve the pain!
And the drums begin to thunder, a pounding in my soul
A rhythm for the bloodletting, to make their bodies whole!
[Chorus]
[Music explodes: massive drums, full orchestra, gospel choir]
GIVE ME A KNIFE, I'LL CARVE A CHURCH FROM BONE AND LIES!
I AM THE VENGEANCE IN A HUNDRED EMPTY EYES!
THERE IS NO HEAVEN WAITING, NO HELL TO DRAG YOU TO!
JUST THE TEARING OF THE FLESH, THE FINAL THING YOU'LL EVER SEE IS ME! AND YOU ARE THROUGH!
[Verse 2]
He saw me from across the room, the blood drained from his face
He smelled the iron on my clothes, from that forgotten place
He reached for guards with useless guns, for power turned to rust
Just a pig prepared for slaughter, returning to the dust
[Pre-Chorus]
And I feel the ghosts around me, they're hungry for the feast!
They were silent for so long, but now they've unleashed the beast!
And the drums get ever closer, a pounding in my soul
I'm losing my religion! I am losing all control!
[Chorus]
[Even bigger and more intense]
GIVE ME A KNIFE, I'LL CARVE A CHURCH FROM BONE AND LIES!
I AM THE VENGEANCE IN A HUNDRED EMPTY EYES!
THERE IS NO HEAVEN WAITING, NO HELL TO DRAG YOU TO!
JUST THE TEARING OF THE FLESH, THE FINAL THING YOU'LL EVER SEE IS ME! AND YOU ARE THROUGH!
[Bridge]
[Music drops to just the harp, organ, and a deep, resonant drum beat. Florence's vocal is a fierce whisper.]
And when his heart is in my hands, and the list is finally done
Will I be the patron saint of every butchered one?
Or just an empty vessel, a cup of bitter wine?
It doesn't matter now... his final, screaming breath is mine.
[Outro]
[The music builds into a massive, sustained crescendo. Drums are relentless. The choir chants wordlessly like a mob. Florence's vocal soars over everything, holding a single, powerful, unhinged note.]
IT IS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!
[The orchestra swells to a final, crashing, dissonant chord. The sound of a final, wet, brutal impact.]
[Silence.]

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[Intro] [Delicate harp arpeggios play over a low, humming church organ. Soft, layered vocals enter.] One last name on a blood-soaked page One last beast to leave the cage The hunt is done, the path is clear The final sacrifice is here [Verse 1] I found him in a city hall of polished stone and brass A monument to maggots, in a suit of tinted glass He smiled for them and shook their hands, a man of great renown The architect of hell on earth, wearing a stolen crown [Pre-Chorus] And I feel the ghosts behind me, a choir in the rain Their little hands are on my back, to help me carve the pain! And the drums begin to thunder, a pounding in my soul A rhythm for the bloodletting, to make their bodies whole! [Chorus] [Music explodes: massive drums, full orchestra, gospel choir] GIVE ME A KNIFE, I'LL CARVE A CHURCH FROM BONE AND LIES! I AM THE VENGEANCE IN A HUNDRED EMPTY EYES! THERE IS NO HEAVEN WAITING, NO HELL TO DRAG YOU TO! JUST THE TEARING OF THE FLESH, THE FINAL THING YOU'LL EVER SEE IS ME! AND YOU ARE THROUGH! [Verse 2] He saw me from across the room, the blood drained from his face He smelled the iron on my clothes, from that forgotten place He reached for guards with useless guns, for power turned to rust Just a pig prepared for slaughter, returning to the dust [Pre-Chorus] And I feel the ghosts around me, they're hungry for the feast! They were silent for so long, but now they've unleashed the beast! And the drums get ever closer, a pounding in my soul I'm losing my religion! I am losing all control! [Chorus] [Even bigger and more intense] GIVE ME A KNIFE, I'LL CARVE A CHURCH FROM BONE AND LIES! I AM THE VENGEANCE IN A HUNDRED EMPTY EYES! THERE IS NO HEAVEN WAITING, NO HELL TO DRAG YOU TO! JUST THE TEARING OF THE FLESH, THE FINAL THING YOU'LL EVER SEE IS ME! AND YOU ARE THROUGH! [Bridge] [Music drops to just the harp, organ, and a deep, resonant drum beat. Florence's vocal is a fierce whisper.] And when his heart is in my hands, and the list is finally done Will I be the patron saint of every butchered one? Or just an empty vessel, a cup of bitter wine? It doesn't matter now... his final, screaming breath is mine. [Outro] [The music builds into a massive, sustained crescendo. Drums are relentless. The choir chants wordlessly like a mob. Florence's vocal soars over everything, holding a single, powerful, unhinged note.] IT IS MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! [The orchestra swells to a final, crashing, dissonant chord. The sound of a final, wet, brutal impact.] [Silence.]

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