Contract: Blood n’ Fur!

[i] SOUND THE ALARM! A ghost-white mask upon every face! The Contract binds beyond the grave To the Fur Hire, you’re just another slave! THE SCOUTS HAVE FOUND THE TARGET! (BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!)
[1] A profile written in gunpowder and steel A pure Fur Hire build that makes the meta kneel. Three Beat leading the charge, searching the crew Bringing the reinforcements to bury you! Running the Runick engine for that technical edge Or a Folgo bridge to push you over the ledge. Forty mercenaries, a swarm of pure hate Closing the trap before you can escape!
[p] The pact is inked in a void of light Beneath the gaze of a hollowed night! Donpa carves through the silence deep While secrets of the Fandora we keep! 
[C] Fur Hire! - The sky is turning black! There’s no escape from the pack’s attack! Special Summon the army, chain after chain Leaving only blood and the smell of the rain! From the Link-3 Folgo to the Donpa strike This is a tactical nightmare you’re bound to dislike!
[2] The K-9 scout Donpa is locked on your scent A sniper’s precision, a life that is spent. When a Fur Hire arrives on the field of war The marksman fires—you’re dead on the floor! Popping your monsters, clearing the way The loyal hound ensures you won’t stay. With Reck and Wiz to provide the shield The Fur Hire pack will never yield!
[C] Fur Hire! - The sky is turning black! There’s no escape from the pack’s attack! Special Summon the army, chain after chain Leaving only blood and the smell of the rain! From the Link-3 Folgo to the Donpa strike This is a tactical nightmare you’re bound to dislike!
[B] Rafale, Champion... (NEGATE!) Dyna, Hero... (BANISH!) It’s a mid-range engine of lethal design A pure build or a Spright hybrid line. It doesn’t matter how many you slay There’s always another (Fur Hire!) to pay!
[3] The sky turns black as the Saga unfolds A tale of the Skyfang in blood it is told! Rafale descends with a gale-force strike Plucking the soul from the coward and alike! Through Filo’s gift, the fallen shall rise To gaze one last time into Sagitta’s eyes! The contract is signed, the fee has been paid In the shadow of the pack, your legacy will fade! (Fur Hire!) 
[O - Final explosion of sound as the "contract" is fulfilled]
MISSION COMPLETE! (THE FIELD IS OURS!) The price is paid in blood and bone Upon a shattered, fur-strewn throne! (COLLECT THE BOUNTY!)
 [The music cuts out sharply with the sound of a gun reloading and a single, echoing shot]

160 BPM / Deathcore, Industrial Metal, male. A orchestration of switching symphonies, with a tribal witch house twist.