(“They said the show was cursed… now the curtains bleed.”)
[Opening – Whispered Spoken Word, echoing]
Step into the dark, where the stage remembers…
Every scream, every curse, every neck that snapped in the spotlight…
Tonight… she performs again.
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[Verse 1 – Clean vocals, theatrical piano + strings]
Welcome, darling, take your seat,
The Phantom Bride’s prepared her feast.
A cracked bouquet, a sharpened grin,
She pirouettes on mortal sin.
[Screamed]
You paid in blood for front row dreams—
Now choke on ashes in between!
[Drop – Breakdown 1]
[Guttural scream]
CURTAINS UP — LET THE SLAUGHTER COMMENCE!
Her veil is stitched from the silence of death!
ACT ONE: You beg, ACT TWO: You break,
Final scene — nailed in your casket-shaped stage!
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[Chorus – Melodic female vocals with haunting backing screams]
Behind the velvet veil she weeps,
But her lullabies slit throats in sleep.
You thought the play was just pretend—
She always kills before the end.
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[Verse 2 – Rap-scream hybrid over dark industrial beat]
Spotlight swinging like a noose,
Backstage demons cut you loose.
Puppets dancing on their strings,
As choir kids cough up angel wings.
[Screamed]
You thought this was art?
It’s a ritual — a crucifix carved into a heart.
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[Bridge – Spoken with distant childlike whispers and reversed violin]
“She was here long before the actors arrived…”
“She plays the same role every time they die.”
“She never forgot their sins.”
“And she never… forgives.”
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[Breakdown 2 – Full band assault with ambient Latin chant beneath]
[Demonic screams]
BURN THE SCRIPT — SHE’S WRITING IN FLESH!
Pages of pain, stitched to your breath!
Ego and spotlight fed her the flame…
Now the audience DROWNS in her name!
[Latin chant beneath] (“Dies irae… Libera me…”)
[Translation] (“Day of wrath… Deliver me…”)
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[Final Chorus – Massive orchestration + dual vocals]
Behind the velvet veil she weeps,
But her lullabies slit throats in sleep.
You prayed for light, she kissed the gloom—
Now roses rot in dressing rooms.
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[Outro – Whispered / Music slows into eerie silence]
Take a bow… you were divine…
But every role must end in time…
She’ll see you at tomorrow’s matinee…
DemonicPrisma
