Pink Revenge!

Lyrics

[Intro - Eerie static, detuned guitars, whispered female vocals, distant thunder]
(Spoken - 2011.That's when everything started to change.I became a mess.I hurt my friends.But no matter I still have Gummy he's the only friend I need)
Shh... hear the snow bite the pine,
Withersmont sleeps on borrowed time.
In the hollow under moonlit stone,
A chosen servant claims the night as throne.

[Verse 1 - Chugging distorted guitars, pounding toms, manic whispered-to-shouted vocals]
I wear a hundred faces in the black,
A shifting smile, a blade behind my back.
Not born a name, but crowned in dread,
Pinkamena, title of the dead.

The Council hides in their mountain hall,
Counting candles, waiting for the fall.
I came through frost with a holy knife,
To carve the dark into your little lives.

[Pre-Chorus - Rising feedback, tremolo-picked guitars, escalating screams]
Hear the static crack, hear the wolves all sing,
The Night Mare speaks through everything.
One by one, your secrets split,
I’m the hand that makes the kingdom fit.

[Chorus - Explosive full-band assault, gang vocals, monstrous screamed hooks]
For the Night Mare, I will rise,
With blood-red snow in my fevered eyes.
Pinkamena, blade in hand,
I’ll paint terror across this land.
I’ll take your Cutie Marks tonight,
Rip the light from your soft, small lives.
For the Night Mare, we descend—
Withersmont will know no end.

[Verse 2 - Faster riffing, blast beats, deranged spoken vocals, glitchy static bursts]
I stalk the council through the narrow halls,
Hear their prayers bounce off the walls.
Mayor, elder, judge, and priest,
All become a feast for the beast.

Shape to shadow, shadow to skin,
Let the screaming let the rite begin.
I collect the signs you tried to hide,
Little emblems torn from pride.

Every mark is a trophy burned,
Every corpse is a lesson learned.
And the mountain keeps my secrets deep,
While the village shakes in its sleep.

[Bridge - Stripped-down bass rumble, industrial noise, unhinged half-sung vocals]
Bow to the mare in the darkened sky,
Or let your laughter learn to die.
I am the knife, I am the call,
I am the ending of you all.

[Final Chorus - Even heavier, double-kick drums, layered screams, choir-like gang vocals]
For the Night Mare, I will rise,
With blood-red snow in my fevered eyes.
Pinkamena, blade in hand,
I’ll paint terror across this land.
I’ll take your Cutie Marks tonight,
Rip the light from your soft, small lives.
For the Night Mare, we descend—
Withersmont will know no end.

[Outro - Fading static, sinister whispered vocals, distant winds]
Not a name... a title...
Not a dream... a trial...
The mountain remembers.
The Night Mare smiles.