[Intro] [Atmospheric: Slow, heavy boot-stomps sidechained to a pulsing sub-bass drone] [Gritty, highly distorted Delta slide guitar riff rings out over a low synth hum] [Vocal: Mournful, raspy humming in a low, smoky mezzo-soprano register] [Verse 1] [Production: Hypnotic, fast electro-trance synth arpeggio starts ticking quietly] High on the ridge where the hemlocks grow thick, Cormac is counting his stones and his bricks. The Alpha of Scream, with a heart made of flint, Selling his kin for a warmonger’s hint. [Vocal: Increasing grit and blues attitude] But Hattie was born with a claw in her fist, Not a ghost in the hallway, or a girl to be kissed. She watched her poor mother, a shadow in grey, Barefoot and broken, just fading away. [Verse 2] [Production: Kick drum enters in a driving four-on-the-floor trance rhythm] Down at Northern Garrett, where the lockers all line, The air turned to ice and the sun didn't shine. Jace’s own brothers, with malice in tow, Were looking to break him and put on a show. [Production: Bassline thickens, hi-hats start sizzling] They cornered him there in the hall's hollow sound, But Hattie stepped forward and held her own ground. She bared her gold teeth, let a low rumble roll: [Vocal: Deep, aggressive growl] "You touch him again, and I’ll swallow your soul!" [Chorus] [Production: Full euphoric trance anthem melody opens up, bright soaring synths] [Vocal: Powerful, soaring blues belt] Oh, the mountain is screaming, but I’m moving on! Before the red blood hits the light of the dawn! I won’t be your kitchen-slave, silent and bound, I’m a lioness rising from out of the ground! No more dark corners, no more heavy chains, I’ve got Savage River running hot through my veins! [Verse 3] [Production: Music drops instantly to a tense, low simmer; only a pulsing trance bassline] The gate swung wide with a groan of rusted steel, Cormac stood waiting, a heavy, iron heel. He spat at the dirt, said "Hattie, come home, A stray cat don't make it very far on her own." But she didn't flinch, didn't lower her eyes, She saw through the Alpha, saw through the lies. [Production: Snare rolls begin to accelerate, rising in pitch] She stepped to the line where the shadows go deep, And woke up the secrets he wanted to keep. [Verse 4] [Production: Trance plucks intensify, driving faster and harder] The Blackwater wolves, they’re howling for bone, And Cormac, he’s offering seeds he has sown. The youth of the clan, just lambs for the knife, To pay for his power and buy him a life. But Jace built a fire where the river runs deep, A promise to keep while the valley-folk sleep. She traded the hollow for a Beta’s sharp blade, To rescue the children from the debt that he made. [Bridge] [The Epic Build-Up: White noise sweeps, frantic laser synths rising aggressively] [Vocal: Increasing vocal grit and raw power] Keep your dark kitchen, keep your cold floor! I ain’t the daughter you knew anymore! I’m standing upright on my own two feet, With the taste of the wild and the cold mountain sleet! [Production: Drums roll at lightning speed, synths reach a piercing, euphoric peak] A puma don’t whimper, a Thorne doesn’t bend! I’m the beginning... and I am your end! [Vocal Sample Stutter] [Vocal: Stutter effect on final word] E-E-E-END! [Production: Sudden silence for one beat, then a massive pre-drop laser zap] [Ultra-Heavy Drop] [Instrumental Breakdown: Sudden transition to devastating half-time dubstep] [Production: Earth-shattering, distorted sub-bass drops crash down] [Elements: Chopped, metallic slide guitar screams layered with filthy machine-gun synth growls] [Rhythm: Crushing, slow dubstep beat pounding against hyper-fast trance arpeggios] [Chorus] [Production: Dubstep groove morphs back into a fast, driving 138 BPM electro trance beat] [Vocal: Anthemic, soaring, full emotional delivery] Oh, the mountain is screaming, but I’m moving on! Before the red blood hits the light of the dawn! I won’t be your kitchen-slave, silent and bound, I’m a lioness rising from out of the ground! No more dark corners, no more heavy chains, I’ve got Savage River running hot through my veins! [Outro] [Production: Tempo slows down drastically; electronic elements fade into a heavy, deliberate stomp] [Vocal: Soulful, low, exhausted blues tone] Savage River... Let the water wash the blood away. I’m standing... [Instrumental: Raw Delta-blues slide guitar solo wails like a mountain cat] Yeah, I’m standing. [Production: One final, massive vibrating sub-bass drone layered with a heavy boot-stomp] [Fade to silence] [End]