Prompt / Lyrics
[Bouncy, playful strings. A light, almost dancing orchestra. Signor Sammartino's voice — warm, mischievous, unhinged:] "Ladies and gentlemen. Signore e signori. They say women are fickle. They say women change their minds. They say women come and go like the wind." [A soft laugh. Ice clinking in a glass.] "They're right. But I've found a way to make them stay. Their faces. Their faces never change. Their faces are always with me. On the shelf." [The orchestra swells. The aria begins.] --- [ARIA — SUNG, OPERATIC, PLAYFUL] La donna è mobile! The face keeps spinning! One day she's here. The next, she's grinning At someone else. At someone new. But I kept her face. I kept her too. La donna è mobile! The voices say "She's gone. She's gone. She ran away." But she's not gone. She's on my shelf. I kept her face. I kept her to myself. --- [CHORUS — CHORUS OF VOICES, SOPRANO, EERIE] Spin, spin, spin, little face. The tenor keeps you in his space. Spin, spin, spin, little eyes. The tenor loves your pretty lies. --- [VERSE 2 — SUNG, BUILDING, PLAYFUL] La donna è mobile! The faces change! But I have a system. I have a range. I catch them when they spin too fast. I keep them. I make their faces last. The voices sing. The voices cheer. "The tenor's collection is finally here!" La donna è mobile! But not for me. Their faces are mine. Their faces are free. --- [BRIDGE — SPOKEN OVER SOFT STRINGS] [Signor Sammartino's voice, quieter, almost tender:] "You ever love someone who couldn't stay? Someone who looked at you and saw the blade before they saw the hand? That's every woman. Every face. Every name. But I found a way. I kept the face. I let the rest go." [A pause. A soft laugh.] "The rest didn't need it anyway." [The orchestra returns. Bouncy. Playful. Terrifying.] --- [FINAL ARIA — SUNG, FULL ORCHESTRA, TRIUMPHANT, TERRIFYING] La donna è mobile! The face keeps spinning! But I am the tenor. I am the beginning And the end. I am the blade. I am the promise the voices made. La donna è mobile! The faces fall! I keep them all! I keep them all! The shelf is full. The shelf is bright. The faces are my only light. La donna è mobile! The song is done! The faces are mine. The faces have won. I sing for them. I sing for me. La donna è mobile! The face is free! --- [OUTRO] [The orchestra fades to a single, playful string note. Signor Sammartino's voice, warm, breathless, satisfied:] "That was 'La Donna è Mobile.' The aria. The face. The thing that makes the voices spin." [A pause. A soft laugh.] "The faces are still spinning. The shelf is still full. The voices are still singing. They're singing about you." [The string note fades. Silence. Then, a whisper:] "La donna è mobile. But not my faces. My faces stay. My faces always stay." [Silence.]
Tags
Opera, Symphonic metal, male
Duration
4:14
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026