Executive Producers Wrath!

[i] "RIP THE FIRMAMENT ASUNDER! (THREE LIVES FOR THE ETERNAL!) FEED THE PYRE! (THE SECOND MOUTH IS FAMISHED!)"

[1] The decklist is etched in the marrow of the fallen,
A pure Slifer ritual where the hollow are forgotten.
The Joker’s Knight leads a procession of ghosts,
Discarding the Thunderspeed—we are the unholy hosts.
Queen, King, and Jack—a trinity of rusted blades,
Summoning the Divine Beast from the lightless glades.
Forty pages of torment, a God’s true form unmasked,
Leaving the weak to rot in the shadows we cast!

[P]
(Instruments drop out into a cavernous, terrifying silence. Only a distant, rhythmic thud—like a giant heart—remains. The vocals are a dry, raspy whisper.)
Three souls burning on the altar of the sun
In the quiet of the void, the weaving is done.
The heavens bruise purple, the atmosphere thin,
Tribute the Producer... let the carnage begin!
(HE CRAVES!) (HE DEVOURS!)

[C]
(A massive, sludge-heavy wall of sound. The vocals are a guttural, earth-shaking roar.)
SLIFER! The Sky Dragon wails!
Your logic is shattered, your heartbeat fails!
Your defenses are paper, your idols are dust,
Ten Thousand points of celestial lust!
The Second Mouth snaps, the lightning is cold,
The end of the story that the prophets foretold!

[2]
The True Name is shrieked, the prophecy sealed,
Upon this God-given throne, your doom is revealed.
Draining the Pot of its nectar, greed is my breath,
The more I consume, the closer your death!
Every card is a thousand-fold weight on your chest,
A two-thousand-point blast to put the "brave" to their rest!

[C]
(A massive, sludge-heavy wall of sound. The vocals are a guttural, earth-shaking roar.)
SLIFER! The Sky Dragon wails!
Your logic is shattered, your heartbeat fails!
Your defenses are paper, your idols are dust,
Ten Thousand points of celestial lust!
The Second Mouth snaps, the lightning is cold,
The end of the story that the prophets foretold!

[B]
(The song slows to a suffocating, funeral doom pace. Every snare hit sounds like a gavel.)
Drag him from the dirt... (Mortal!)
Back to the front of the slaughter... (Eternal!)
Branded in blood or the Magician's dark art,
The Sky Dragon lands... and tears you apart!


[3]
[Guitars transition to a dissonant, technical sweep picking pattern; the drums shift to a crushing half-time groove]
The thunder rolls as the hand expands
Infinite knowledge, death by my commands!
$X = \text{Cards} \times 1000$—the math of your demise
Look into the lightning of the Dragon’s eyes!
You try to flicker, you try to breathe
The Lightning Blast forces you to leave
Two thousand points of soul stripped away
Nothing survives the Sky Dragon’s play!
From the Graveyard of dreams, we rise once more
To settle the final, celestial score!

[O: Outro]
(The music reaches a chaotic, screeching crescendo—pure noise and thunder.)
"THE SECOND MOUTH! (THE LIGHTNING STRIKE!) YOUR SOUL IS EXTINGUISHED! (GAME. OVER!)”

200 BPM / Epic Deathcore, male. A orchestration of chaotic switching symphonies, with a dark tribal bounce.