Feedback and distortion
Ringing in the deep
Blooded strings of nickel plate
Vibrate over magnets
Humbuckers and tremolo arms
The tools to free the soul
The bass comes in groovy
A build-up on the drums
Anticipation sweltering in frenzied breast
The beast has come to feed
A scream, inarticulate, heralding ten thousand cheers
Blast-beats rage in tandem with the bass’s slamming slaps
Triplet power chords draw in the vocals,
His words a harbinger
Strife rides on the storm
And hate and buried love dance within the tune
Octaves rush through the crowd at breakneck speed
Tritones creep within and somewhere, the devil’s hoof keeps time
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