[sparse drone, tape hiss, no percussion yet]
Who made you ruler over us
Who set you above the congregation
Are we not all holy
Every one of us
[low sub-drone enters]
The ground began to tremble
Beneath the weight of pride
Two hundred fifty torches
Consumed before his eyes
[silence, then one low kick]
The earth opened its mouth
And swallowed what was said
No fire can crown itself
No rebel crowns his head
[drone swells, distortion bleeds in]
Korah... Korah...
The ground remembers
Korah... Korah...
What pride surrenders
[everything drops to silence except tape hiss]
Moses fell upon his face