[Dramatic organ. A single, pounding drum. Signor Sammartino's voice — deep, theatrical, unhinged:]
"Ladies and gentlemen. Signore e signori. Beneath the opera house. Beneath the stage. Beneath the seats where the audience sits in terror. There is a pit. And in that pit… a phantom."
[A soft laugh. The organ swells.]
"He sings. He swings. He keeps the faces. He is the phantom. He is me. He is the thing that makes the voices scream."
[The orchestra crashes in. Rock opera. Dramatic. Terrifying.]
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[ARIA — SUNG, DRAMATIC, ROCK OPERA]
The phantom of the mosh pit is here!
Inside my mind! Inside my ear!
He sings the song of the blade and the dust!
He is the voice! He is the trust!
The phantom of the mosh pit sings!
He wears the faces. He wears the things
That once belonged to the ones who fell.
The phantom of the mosh pit knows the smell.
The smell of blood. The smell of bone.
The smell of the ones who died alone.
He keeps their faces on his shelf.
The phantom of the mosh pit is myself.
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[CHORUS — CHORUS OF VOICES, SOPRANO, EERIE]
Sing, sing, sing, little ghost.
The phantom is the one who loves you most.
Sing, sing, sing, little face.
The phantom keeps you in his space.
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[VERSE 2 — SUNG, BUILDING, DRAMATIC]
The phantom of the mosh pit waits.
He stands by the pit. He guards the gates.
He swings his axe. He sings his song.
The voices in his head sing along.
The phantom of the mosh pit knows
The way the blade goes. The way the blood flows.
He's watched a thousand bodies fall.
The phantom of the mosh pit has seen it all.
He's kept their faces. He's kept their names.
He's played the opera. He's played the games.
The phantom of the mosh pit is kind.
He leaves the bodies. He keeps the mind.
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[BRIDGE — SPOKEN OVER SOFT ORGAN]
[Signor Sammartino's voice, quieter, almost tender:]
"You ever stand at the edge of a mosh pit? Ever feel the bodies pressing. The music pounding. The voices screaming. That's the phantom. That's me. That's the thing that makes the opera real."
[A pause. A soft laugh.]
"The phantom is not a ghost. The phantom is a promise. The promise that the pit will always be there. The promise that the faces will always be kept."
[The orchestra returns. Rock opera. Swelling. Terrifying.]
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[FINAL ARIA — SUNG, FULL ORCHESTRA, ROCK OPERA, TRIUMPHANT, TERRIFYING]
The phantom of the mosh pit is here!
He sings for you! He sings for me!
The phantom of the mosh pit has no fear!
The phantom is the only harmony!
The phantom of the mosh pit swings!
He swings the blade! He swings the things
That once belonged to the ones who fell!
The phantom of the mosh pit knows the smell!
The phantom of the mosh pit sings!
The final aria! The final things!
He takes his bow. The curtain falls.
The phantom of the mosh pit knows the calls!
The calls of the voices. The calls of the dead.
The phantom of the mosh pit is the head
Of the opera. The pit. The stage.
The phantom of the mosh pit is the rage!
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