[Spoken Word - Dark, low tone]
“You think madness is chaos…
You think it’s wild… uncontrolled…
You think it’s rage…”
“Let me teach you something…"
“Madness… does not get angry.”
[Intro - Instrumental]
[Verse 1 – cold, eerie strings, dark]
You step across the painted line,
You laugh and call the warning fine.
But every rule you twist and bend
Will always break you in the end.
I hear your heartbeat try to hide,
I see the fear you keep inside.
You thought the Ringleader was tame—
Oh child… you shouldn’t play this game.
[Pre-Chorus – tension grows]
You think you’ll run,
you think you’ll flee.
But madness walks
more patiently.
No need to scream,
no need to shout—
I’ll show you what
you’re all about.
[Chorus]
This is the Wrath of Madness—
controlled, composed, divine.
No thunder, fire, or fury—
just a quiet, sharpened mind.
No shaking hands, no trembling—
no rage to lose control.
Just silence, cold and beautiful,
as I unravel your soul.
This is the Wrath of Madness—
and now the curtain falls.
[Verse 2 – heavier, guitars rising]
You crossed a line you didn’t see,
You mocked the shadows watching me.
You thought the mask was just a grin—
You never asked what slept within.
The dancers freeze, the lights grow dim,
The choir hums a funeral hymn.
You feel the stage beneath you shake—
That’s not the earth…
That’s your mistake.
[Pre-Chorus 2 – more intense]
You called me weak,
you called me kind—
You thought you knew
my fracturing mind.
But every laugh
you took for light
was just the calm
before the night.
[Chorus – stronger, darker]
This is the Wrath of Madness—
the quiet that consumes.
The stillness before breaking—
the shadow in the room.
No screaming rage, no boiling blood—
just focus razor-thin.
I’ll take apart your arrogance
and smile as I begin.
This is the Wrath of Madness—
and now your fate steps in.
[Bridge]
“You want to see me angry?
You wouldn’t last a breath.”
“I do not rage…
I orchestrate your death.”
[orchestra surges, choir chants in Latin]
[Breakdown – MASSIVE, brutal symphonic punch]
Strike the bow—
let chaos take!
Every promise
you will break!
Cross the line,
defy the throne—
Now watch your fate
become my own!
You challenged madness—
now behold:
The mask cracks wide…
the truth unfolds!
[Final Chorus – apocalyptic, theatrical, majestic]
This is the Wrath of Madness—
no heat, no fire, no shout.
Just certainty and silence
as your very light goes out.
Elegance in execution,
a calm that chills the bone.
I do not rage when slighted—
I simply claim the throne.
You wanted Wrath of Madness?
Then listen close, my friend…
[Spoken Word - Dark, sinister]
“…I never lose my temper.
I just bring things…
to an end.”
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