[Intro] [Creepy plucked banjo fading into a slow, heavy piano chord] [Arrogant, theatrical spoken vocals, close to the microphone] Keep the cameras rolling, darlings. We're going to win a bloody Emmy for this one. [Explosive drop! Fast, driving punk rhythm, frantic snare drum] [Verse 1] [Breathless, rapid-fire vocal delivery over a bouncing cabaret piano] Bought a farmhouse in the woods to leave the city behind, But the locals in the forest are completely out of their mind! Got a man with a pig head standing right in the hall, And a colonist with a cleaver painting blood on the wall! We're filming every second for the network TV, But the ghosts aren't acting, and they won't let us flee! So charge up the batteries and lock the front gate, You wanted a show, well, it's a little too late! [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy sludgy bassline, dramatic piano building tension] The lunar cycle's shifting, the sky is turning red! We're sharing the location with the furiously dead! [Chorus] [Massive wall of sound! Explosive vaudeville rock, heavy distorted guitars, crashing cymbals, raw emo belting] Oh, welcome to the Blood Moon, smile for the shot! We're tied to the trees and we're left here to rot! The actors and the victims are bleeding the same, When The Butcher comes out to play a reality game! So look into the lens and confess your sins, This is where the nightmare finally begins! [Verse 2] [Tempo pulls back, sleazy walking bassline, arrogant crooning] Three days in hell with the cast and the crew, The Polks want a piece of the flesh that they chew. Agnes is screaming with a torch in her hand, While Scathach is weaving a spell in the sand! The Spirit Chasers thought it was a trick of the light, Until they met the real Thomasin White! [Pre-Chorus] [Heavy sludgy bassline, dramatic piano building tension, aggressive snare roll] The lunar cycle's shifting, the sky is turning red! We're sharing the location with the furiously dead! [Chorus] [Maximum energy, massive chaotic call-and-response backing vocals] Oh, welcome to the Blood Moon, smile for the shot! (Smile for the shot!) We're tied to the trees and we're left here to rot! The actors and the victims are bleeding the same, When The Butcher comes out to play a reality game! So look into the lens and confess your sins, This is where the nightmare finally begins! [Bridge: Found Footage] [Music drops completely. Just a slow, eerie acoustic guitar and a heartbeat kick drum] [Vocals are panicked, desperate, and breathless] I lost the tape. I lost the crew. There's nothing left but me and you. Flora is hiding, Lee took the blame... And the network is profiting off of the flame. [Music builds with a heavy, stomping post-hardcore rhythm] TURN OFF THE CAMERA! TURN OFF THE CAMERA! [Final Chorus] [Explosive return! Key change for maximum theatrical drama, choirs of screaming backing vocals] Oh, welcome to the Blood Moon, smile for the shot! We're tied to the trees and we're left here to rot! The actors and the victims are bleeding the same, When The Butcher comes out to play a reality game! So look into the lens and confess your sins, This is where the nightmare finally begins! [Outro] [Frantic, double-time cabaret breakdown] Smile for the camera! (Three days in hell!) Smile for the camera! (Three days in hell!) And... Cut! [Heavy guitar and piano chord rings out together] [Absolute silence]
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