

Prompt / Lyrics
**["The Asylum Scepter,"** is designed with the clinical, rhythmic coldness of **Satyricon** for the verses and the bombastic, blasphemous grandiosity of **Behemoth** for the choruses. ### **The Asylum Scepter]** **(0:00 – 1:15) | Intro** *[Instruments: A low, oscillating industrial hum. A dissonant, high-pitched guitar lead mimics a siren. Slow, deliberate snare hits like a marching hammer]* **[1:15 – 2:45) | Part I: The Diagnosis (Satyricon Style]** *[Tempo: Mid-tempo, "Black 'n' Roll" groove. Vocals: Sharp, rhythmic, and detached.]* **[Verse 1]:** The ward is open, the gates are wide, The neurosis sits on the velvet inside. Paranoia wears a crown of gold wire, Feeding the masses to a phantom fire. They see the demons that aren't in the room, While we build the gallows and we weave the loom. A manic decree written in shaking ink, And the world bows down before it can think. **[Verse 2:]** Sociopaths smiling in the glow of the screen, The engineer of the nightmare machine. They don’t feel the cold, they don’t feel the fear, They only feel the power as the end draws near. We walk in the lines that the fractured have drawn, Waiting for a light in a permanent dawn. **[2:45 – 3:45 | Part II: The Grand Delusion] [Behemoth Style]** *[Tempo: Explosion of blast beats and brass-heavy synths. Vocals: Layered, roaring gutturals.]* **[Chorus]:** **AVE! The Lords of the Shattered Mind!** **Leading the blind with the blood of the blind!** **The scepter is chaos! The orb is a lie!** **Under the fractured, we wither and die!** **MAGNA INSANIA! Sovereign of dread!** **We worship the rot in the ruler’s head!** **[3:45 – 5:15) | Part III: The Ritual of Obedience]** *[Style: Heavy, palm-muted chugging. Atmosphere becomes ritualistic.]* **[Bridge]:** We follow the twitch, we follow the stare, We breathe in the poison that hangs in the air. They hear the voices—we call it "The Law," We feed the belly of the infinite jaw. [Choir enters in Latin]: *Regit furor mundum.* (Madness rules the world.) *Stulti obediunt.* *Sanitas est crimen.* **[5:15 – 6:30) | Part IV: The Final Collapse** *(Style: Blistering tremolo picking. A wall of sound at maximum intensity.]* **[Verse 3:]** The lunatics have the keys to the sun, The counting of shadows has finally begun. No logic to save us, no reason to plead, When the gardener is cutting the throat of the seed. The asylum is global, the cells have no bars, We are the dust beneath their psychotic stars! **[6:30 – 7:00] | Outro** *[Music cuts to a single, distorted bass line. The sound of a distant, hysterical laugh echoing in a stone hall.]*
Tags
Norwegian atmospheric satanic black metal, Death metal, male pitch agonizing shriek, no soloing ,black n roll
3:51
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4/18/2026