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Cousin of Death 1 by Super QuB

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Cousin of Death 1

World Music With Electronic Influence,Male Vocals

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Lyrics
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[Intro]
(Minimalist bouzouki weaves a melancholic, haunting melody)
Dark distorted bass pulses beneath, industrial percussion builds — tak tak, tak tak...
[Verse 1]
I pick up the phone, noon strikes cold,
A voice frozen, mechanical, bold.
"Mr. Prion," they sneer, "Intrum calls your name,"
Debts from shadows, burning flame.
Papers unseen, numbers unknown,
A creeping weight, flesh turned stone.
Intrumdum trialarum — tak tak — jackhammer beats,
A metallic heart that never retreats.
[Chorus]
I am the cousin of Death, sharp and defiant,
The sun that sears greed, your system reliant.
I am the unbought truth, the voice that won't lie,
You see a number, a ghost passing by.
You are the vampire, feeding on hunger,
But I am the flame, the eternal thunder.
Intrumdum trialarum — tak tak — relentless sound,
In these industrial veins, justice is found.
[Verse 2]
From two-fifty, a leap to seventeen-five-oh-oh,
Front-page horror, a debt’s cruel blow.
"Dead love," they call me, a phantom, a lie,
But I am the hunger you cannot deny.
Dak-dak, the jackhammer breaks the night,
Dark bass throbs with a vengeful bite.
This system’s cold, dehumanized grind,
But my voice cuts through, sharp and unconfined.
[Chorus]
I am the cousin of Death, sharp and defiant,
The sun that sears greed, your system reliant.
I am the unbought truth, the voice that won't lie,
You see a number, a ghost passing by.
You are the vampire, feeding on hunger,
But I am the flame, the eternal thunder.
Intrumdum trialarum — tak tak — relentless sound,
In these industrial veins, justice is found.
[Bridge — Spoken Word with Haunting Vocal Effects]
(Voice echoes, layered with distortion, slow and deliberate)
You hung up the phone — but the night just breathes,
Faces shattered, lives torn beneath.
Who pays the price in this endless game?
When Death walks at midnight, whispers your name:
"Who are you?"
Intrumdum trialarum — tak tak — echoing deep,
A pulse of rage that will never sleep.
[Outro]
(Bouzouki fades into dark bass hums, percussion slows to distant tak tak)
Tak tak... tak tak... the night’s heartbeat slows,
A final breath, defiance grows.
Intrumdum trialarum...
The sound of justice, raw and unbroken,
A vow in the shadows, fiercely spoken.