[Intro: Deep sub bass drone, distant war drums, wind howling, slow build] [Hook: Pounding bass, emotional midwest emo cadence, raw gritty vocals] Welcome home to Slayer's Rise, Where the broken fight for hollow prize, Glory's just another word for pain, But I'd die here just to feel again. [Verse 1: Soft delivery, indie rock guitar melody, hip hop beat fades in] Wasteland stretching bone to bone, Heathens praying to a godless throne, Soulless eyes and sharpened steel, This is the only thing that's real. [Build: Bass intensifies, synths layer] Came here running, came here lost, Didn't care about the cost, Bloodstained dirt beneath my feet, First time my heart found its beat. [Hook: Full instrumentation, pounding bass, emotional midwest emo cadence] Welcome home to Slayer's Rise, Where the broken fight for hollow prize, Glory's just another word for pain, But I'd die here just to feel again. [Verse 2: Confident vocal delivery, deeper tone, driving beat] Found a brother in the mud, Swore an oath sealed in blood, Lost him Tuesday, found him Friday, Death don't mean the same out my way. [Build: Sub bass swells, synths layer in] We laugh like fools between the wars, Patch our wounds behind barred doors, Home ain't supposed to break your bones, But at least I'm not here alone. [Hook: Full instrumentation, pounding bass, emotional midwest emo cadence] Welcome home to Slayer's Rise, Where the broken fight for hollow prize, Glory's just another word for pain, But I'd die here just to feel again. [Instrumental Break: Heavy sub bass, distorted war horns, glitchy electronic hits, dark ambient texture] [Bridge: Stripped back, ethereal vocals, reverb heavy, slow tempo] What is glory when the ground is graves, What is victory when nobody saves, They chant your name then cut your throat, Still this wasteland is my only hope. [Build: Drums return, bass rises, intensity climbs] Sometimes home don't hold you tight, Sometimes home is just a fight, But the lost ones standing next to me, Are the closest thing to family. [Hook: Maximum intensity, all instruments, powerful vocal delivery] Welcome home to Slayer's Rise, Where the broken fight for hollow prize, Glory's just another word for pain, But I'd die here just to feel again. [Verse 3: Exhausted delivery, stripped instrumentation, raw emotion] Bury me where the heathens stand, With a sword still in my hand, Don't mourn me, just raise a fight, I was already dead before tonight. [Hook: Fading, soft vocals, bass pulls back slowly] Welcome home to Slayer's Rise, Where the broken fight for hollow prize... [Outro: Distant clashing swords fade, sub bass hum, wind, silence] [End]
