[Intro: Fast, driving accordion riff with heavy drum rolls. Tin whistle joins with a high-pitched melody.] [Verse 1] The pine doors didn’t open, they were vaporized to dust Ragnar and young Floki hit the wood with lupine lust One a mountain of grey muscle, scarred from ear to chin The other charcoal lightning, let the carnage now begin! They hit the floor in mid-shift, half-man and half-the-beast But the Scream was in the rafters, waiting for the feast! [Pre-Chorus: Build intensity, heavy snare hits] The crossbows twanged, the silver flew, it hissed against the bone Ragnar took it to the chest, and Floki fell alone! But they were the ram, boys, they broke the devil’s gate Now the Blackwater is pouring in to seal the pumas' fate! [Chorus: Explosive energy, Gang Vocals, Anthemic] FOR THE SONG! we’re crying through the wreckage and the fur The Lions Club’s a slaughterhouse, a crimson-tinted blur! With teeth like saws and fingers turned to daggers in the light The Blackwater and the Pride are gonna win this bloody fight! [Verse 2: Driving bass line, gritty vocals] Jace is a tawny whirlwind, Caleb’s silver-grey The pool tables are cracking as the predators all play! Then the floorboards started shaking with a rhythmic, heavy thud A Eurocopter’s overhead, screaming for some blood! But out of the dark and mountain air, a Weaver takes the stage Siobhan O’Sullivan’s arrived to write the final page! [Bridge: Tempo slows slightly, heavy stomps and claps] She’s got the emerald shield! (Hah!) She’s got the milky eyes! (Hah!) The Saiga in her hands is a holy relic in disguise! [Sound effect: Metal Clack-Clack] The silver buckshot rains, she’s opening the veins She’s cutting through the patterns, she’s the surgeon of the plains! [Guitar & Bagpipe Solo: High speed, melodic punk style] [Verse 3: Rapid fire delivery] Mato’s snapping silver chains, his palms are burning red Maighan’s Fae-fire’s waking up, rising from the dead! The shackle-metal detonates and turns into the dust She’s a russet-cream nightmare, fueled by ancient trust! Cormac’s bleeding gashes, his crown is falling down He’s screaming for a phalanx just to get him out of town! [Outro: Gang Vocals, Shouted, Fast Tempo] They’re fleeing like the ghosts, boys! Into the freezing night! The Scream is on the run, boys! We’ve put 'em all to flight! (Shouted) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FOR THE SONG! [End: Sudden stop with a final ringing guitar chord]