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Genre: Dark Winter Funk / Naughty Holiday Bass
Mood: Violent, cocky, hell-born swagger, punishing and explicit
Energy: Sinister build → brutal hooks → violent drops → dominant finale
Vocal Style: Confident male, dark, commanding, vulgar
BPM: 150
Key: Minor
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[Intro – heavy winter ambience, slow chain drag, ominous horns swelling]
[Lead-In Verse]
I’m the terror in the rafters when the chimneys crack,
The shadow in the frost breathing down your back.
Birch rods swaying, sack wide for sin,
If your name’s on the list, then I drag you in.
No warmth survives when I stalk your home,
I deal in fear, frost, punishment, bone.
Saint Nick brings cheer — I bring dread,
And the naughty find out why my legend spread.
[Hook 1 – pounding midtempo groove, dark brass hits, icy sub sweeps]
I’M CRAMPUS.
Hell steps aside when I walk through snow.
I’M CRAMPUS.
Saint Nick nods — he knows how this goes.
I’M CRAMPUS.
Naughty bow down, the damned obey.
I’M CRAMPUS, mother fucker.
You’ll scream my name as I drag you away.
[Drop 1 – brutal distorted low-end, metallic chain impacts, winter FX stabs]
[Verse 1 – aggressive half-time rhythm, grimy bass pulses, tense pads]
I tear through rooftops where the wicked hide,
Hooves smashing down ’til their worlds collide.
I whip the guilty with a bundle of birch,
Your spine goes slack as your bones emerge.
I grip your ankles, drag you through frost,
Every scream you hold proves what you lost.
No prayer saves you when I take your place,
Just the demon who stares dead into your face.
[Pre-Hook – rising tension, heartbeat percussion, frosty breaths in the mix]
If you hear that growl under moonless gray…
I’ve already chosen who’s getting dragged away.
[Hook 2 – violent rhythmic pacing, sharp brass stabs, sub-punch accents]
I’M CRAMPUS.
I break doors down where the wicked lay.
I’M CRAMPUS.
I drag you screaming through the snow all the way.
I’M CRAMPUS.
You fall once — that’s where you stay.
I’M CRAMPUS, mother fucker.
Now get dragged away.
[Drop 2 – harsher bass design, chain-snap percussion, freezing-filter sweeps]
[Verse 2 – haunting choir layers, deep horns, rolling low-end menace]
I’m the alpine beast from the old tales told,
The one who hunts sin when the nights turn cold.
I rip the wicked from warm-lit rooms,
And haul them screaming through winter’s gloom.
Chains clatter loud when I pull you near,
Your breath turns ice from the weight of fear.
No saint can save you — no plea, no cry,
I mark your fate the second you lie.
[Breakdown]
[Hook 3 – same power as Hook 1, reinforced brass, maximum tension release]
I’M CRAMPUS.
Hell steps aside when I walk through snow.
I’M CRAMPUS.
Saint Nick nods — he knows how this goes.
I’M CRAMPUS.
Naughty bow down, the damned obey.
I’M CRAMPUS, mother fucker.
You’ll scream my name as I drag you away.
[Drop 3 – Grand Finale]
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