[Intro] (A slow, chilling 80s analog synth arpeggio playing a creeping melody, instantly met by a heavy, crushing industrial doom guitar riff and the sound of a camp siren wailing slowly in the background) [Voice Prompt: Deep, menacing, slow-paced industrial delivery with an unhinged, dark edge] Ch-ch-ch... ha-ha-ha... Welcome to Crystal Lake, motherfuckers. The calendar says Friday the thirteenth. [Verse 1] [Voice Prompt: Heavy, marching industrial-sludge flow, spitting every word with calculated, heavy precision] Jason Voorhees marching through the camp with hockey mask and axe, Slashing teenagers to pieces while the heavy metal tracks! From Camp Crystal Lake down to Elm Street's nightmare dream, Freddy Krueger in your skull, clawing up a bloody scream! Striped sweater, razor glove, burning in the furnace fire, Turning every sleeping mind into a funeral pyre. Like *Dead by Daylight* pulling every killer to the floor, The Legion running wild through the dark and bolted door! Frank and Julie wearing masks, stabbing in the frenzied rush, Leaving broken bodies bleeding out inside the brush! [Pre-Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Vocals rising in heavy, oppressive weight, backed by a slow, chanting dark choir] One, two, Freddy's coming for you! Three, four, better lock your front door! Five, six, grab your crucifix! Seven, eight, it's a slasher's fate! [Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Explosive doom-sludge metal chorus, massive guitar crunch, roaring industrial vocals, heavy marching rhythm] Friday the thirteenth! The blood is running red! Every single horror icon walking from the dead! From Leatherface's chainsaw to Pyramid Head's great blade, This is the ultimate massacre they made! Ted Bundy in the courtroom smiling with a twisted grin, While Cocaine Bear is tearing up the forest skin! In the heart of the VOID, the body count is high, Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to fly! [Verse 2] [Voice Prompt: Shifting into a slow, bone-crushing death-groove, menacing and oppressive delivery] Leatherface is swinging up his chainsaw in the heat, Texas Sun sliding down the dusty country street. *The Hills Have Eyes* watching from the radiation sand, While Michael Myers stalks across the quiet, suburban land. No expression on the white mask, breathing heavy through the dark, Leaving every hollow street with a bloody, fatal mark. And look who's off his leash—it’s the beast from the ravine, *Cocaine Bear* rampaging on a snowy powder-screen! High on a brick, running wild through the Georgia trees, Snapping limbs and bones with a terrifying ease! Ted Bundy wearing casts, luring victims to the VW bug, A charming sociopath pulling out the final plug! [Bridge] (All heavy guitars and drums cut out instantly. An eerie 80s horror synth pad sustains a chilling note, accompanied by the wet sound of a chainsaw idling and heavy mechanical breathing) [Voice Prompt: Whispering right in the ear, shifting from smooth serial killer charm to a blood-curdling roar] *(Whisper)*: You look like you need a ride... *(Shriek)*: LET'S CHOP YOU TO PIECES! *(A massive, slow, crushing industrial-doom breakdown hits at 90 BPM with a heavy, stomping beat)* [Final Chorus] [Voice Prompt: Maximum doom intensity, throat-shredding vocals, full band exploding with heavy, slow power] Friday the thirteenth! The blood is running red! Every single horror icon walking from the dead! From Leatherface's chainsaw to Pyramid Head's great blade, This is the ultimate massacre they made! Ted Bundy in the courtroom smiling with a twisted grin, While Cocaine Bear is tearing up the forest skin! In the heart of the VOID, the body count is high, Nowhere left to run, nowhere left to fly! [Outro] (Instruments dissolve into a slow, heavy industrial synth drone that gradually drags and fades like a dying machine) [Voice Prompt: Cold, weathered, ancient whisper, dripping with dark irony] Your shift is over... Another Friday night for the VOID. (A single, heavy thud of a meat cleaver hitting wood, followed by absolute silence) [End]
