[Fast accordion. A folk melody — bouncy, cheerful, wrong.]
"The mazurka! The dance of the people. The dance of the village. The dance of those who stomp in circles until the world blurs and the only thing that matters is the next step, the next spin, the next skull beneath your heel. Now… let's make it a pit."
[Guitars crash in. Drums thunder. The mazurka accelerates.]
[VERSE 1]
Stomp the ground! Spin the ring!
This is the dance the villagers sing!
Left foot, right foot, elbow out!
This is the mazurka. This is the shout!
Circle left! Circle right!
Push your neighbor into the light!
The light is red! The light is hot!
This is the mazurka. This is the spot!
Swing your partner! Swing your fist!
Add your name to the evening's list!
The list of those who danced too hard.
The list of those who dropped their guard.
[HOOK]
MOSH PIT MAZURKA! STOMP AND SPIN!
CRUSH THE BONES! LET THE BLOOD BEGIN!
HEY! HEY! FEEL THE BEAT!
DANCE UNTIL YOU LOSE YOUR FEET!
MOSH PIT MAZURKA! BREAK THE CROWD!
THIS IS THE DANCE THE DANCERS ALLOWED!
HEY! HEY! ONE MORE TIME!
THIS IS THE MAZURKA. THIS IS THE RHYME.
[VERSE 2]
Elbow here! Knee there!
Watch the bodies fill the air!
They're not flying. They're just falling.
This is the mazurka. This is the calling.
Circle widens. Circle shrinks.
Someone's at the bar. Someone drinks.
Someone's bleeding on the floor.
Someone's screaming "ONE MORE! ONE MORE!"
Spin me left! Spin me right!
Dance me into the endless night!
The night is long. The night is cold.
This is the mazurka. This is the hold.
[BRIDGE]
[Tempo drops. A single, wheezing accordion note.]
"You ever been in a mosh pit? Ever felt the push and pull of a hundred bodies moving as one? That's not chaos. That's community. That's the thing that makes you realize you're not alone. You're just… surrounded by people who also want to hurt you. Beautiful, isn't it?"
[The accordion screeches. The beat returns, faster.]
[VERSE 3]
Circle collapses! Circle explodes!
Someone's dragging a body down the road!
The road is red! The road is warm!
This is the mazurka. This is the storm!
Jump the pile! Clear the pit!
This is the moment. This is it!
The moment when the dance becomes
The thing that tears you from your limbs.
Keep on stomping! Keep on spinning!
This is the mazurka. This is winning.
Winning isn't being last.
Winning is dancing through the blast.
[FINAL HOOK]
MOSH PIT MAZURKA! STOMP AND SPIN!
CRUSH THE BONES! LET THE BLOOD BEGIN!
HEY! HEY! FEEL THE CRACK!
DANCE UNTIL THERE'S NO GOING BACK!
MOSH PIT MAZURKA! BREAK THE FLOOR!
THIS IS THE DANCE THE DANCERS ADORE!
HEY! HEY! ONE LAST TIME!
THIS IS THE MAZURKA. THIS IS THE RHYME.
[OUTRO]
[The accordion winds down.]
"That was the mazurka. That was the pit. That was the thing that makes you feel alive while you're destroying the ones around you. Now. Check your teeth. If you still have them… you weren't dancing hard enough."
AsheTheHyena
