Prompt / Lyrics
[Fast, playful strings. A bright, bouncing orchestra. Signor Sammartino's voice — quick, agile, gleefully unhinged:] "Ladies and gentlemen. Signore e signori. Welcome to the barber shop. The only barber shop where the shave is permanent. The only barber shop where the faces are the payment. The only barber shop where the chairs are made of bone." [The orchestra swells.] "This is 'The Barber of Sevendust.' Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! Let us begin." --- [ARIA — SUNG, OPERATIC, PLAYFUL, FAST] Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! I am the barber of the blood and bone! I shave the faces! I keep the skin! I am the one who lets the voices in! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! The blade is quick! The blade is light! The customers scream! The customers fight! But I am faster! I am quick! I am the barber with the bloody trick! --- [CHORUS — CHORUS OF VOICES, SOPRANO, EERIE] Snip, snip, snip, little face. The barber's blade is full of grace. Snip, snip, snip, little nose. The barber's blade is what he chose. --- [VERSE 2 — SUNG, BUILDING, FASTER] Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! I've shaved a thousand faces! I've kept a thousand names! The voices in my head are the only ones who came To watch me work. To watch me swing. The barber's blade is the only thing. I do not cut hair. I cut the skin. I let the voices in. I let the voices in. They sing to me. They sing for me. They are the only harmony. --- [BRIDGE — SPOKEN OVER SOFT STRINGS] [Signor Sammartino's voice, quieter, almost tender:] "You ever sit in a barber's chair? Ever feel the blade against your throat? Ever wonder if today is the day they take a little more than hair? That's the barber. That's me. That's the thing that makes the voices sing." [A pause. A soft laugh.] "I've never lost a customer. They always come back. They always come back. In pieces." [The orchestra returns. Fast. Playful. Terrifying.] --- [FINAL ARIA — SUNG, FULL ORCHESTRA, TRIUMPHANT, TERRIFYING] Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! The barber's shop is closing soon! The faces are stacked! The voices croon! I am the barber! I am the blade! I am the promise that the voices made! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! The last customer is in the chair! The blade is warm! The blade is there! I swing! I cut! I sing! I shout! The barber's work is what it's about! Figaro! Figaro! Figaro! The barber's shop is now complete! The faces are stacked! The bodies replete! I am the barber! I am the song! The barber's blade has been here all along! --- [OUTRO] [The orchestra fades to a single, playful string note. Signor Sammartino's voice, warm, breathless, satisfied:] "That was 'The Barber of Sevendust.' The aria. The shave. The thing that makes the voices smile." [A pause. A soft laugh.] "The faces are on the shelf. The voices are in my head. The barber's shop is closed. But it will open again tomorrow. It always opens again tomorrow." [The string note fades. Silence. Then, a whisper:] "Figaro. Figaro. Figaro. I'll save you a chair. Right next to the blade." [Silence.]
Tags
Opera, Symphonic metal, male
Duration
3:51
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026