The King Below

Intro
(Low, pulsing upright bass line resembling a deep heartbeat)
(Eerie, reverberating electric guitar tremolo and distant foghorn)
(Low hum of atmospheric tension building)
​[Verse 1]
Miles beneath the ocean's floor, where sunlight never bleeds,
I slept inside the volcanic dark, beneath the giant weeds.
For a thousand years the silence held, cold and deep and vast,
Till the iron hulls and ticking clocks came crawling from the past.
You shook the crust, you split the atom, wove your web of steel,
A buzzing swarm of frantic lights that didn't know or feel.
​[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare drum begins a steady march, bass swells)
Now the ocean starts to boil...
The trenches start to groan...
The giant wakes up hungry
To reclaim his heavy throne.
​[Chorus]
(Full band enters: heavy twangy surf guitar, punchy drums, booming vocals)
Hear the coastline sirens cry, feel the granite start to break!
Step by step the shadow grows across the churning wake!
Not out of wrath, not out of hate, but nature's final toll—
Bow your head before the tide, the King is on his stroll!
​[Verse 2]
(Driving rhythm continues with heavy guitar riffs)
I breach the waves at midnight while the coastal towers wail,
Seawater dripping off my spine, a hundred-fathom tail.
Your jet fighters buzz like gnats around a lantern light,
Your concrete canyons crumble into dust against the night.
You built a world of glass and wire and thought you held the key,
Forgot the ancient titan sleeping deep beneath the sea.
​[Guitar Solo]
(A dramatic, reverb-drenched dark surf guitar solo with bends, echoing tremolo, and heavy bass rhythm)
​[Bridge]
(Music strips back to a rhythmic bass, heavy drum stomps, and eerie theremin)
(Vocals dropped to a low, gravelly whisper-croon)
Spine by spine the blue fire sparks, a cold nuclear glow,
Lighting up the shattered sky from forty feet below.
One breath of blinding thunder...
One roar to split the ground...
​[Chorus]
(Full power kick-in with maximum volume and booming baritone)
Hear the coastline sirens cry, feel the granite start to break!
Step by step the shadow grows across the churning wake!
Not out of wrath, not out of hate, but nature's final toll—
Bow your head before the tide, the King is on his stroll!
​[Outro]
(Music slows down, returning to a dark, echoing rhythm)
The sirens fade to silence... the smoke begins to clear...
I turn my back on broken glass, and leave you with your fear.
Back into the crushing black, back into the deep...
Until you wake the King again...
From his endless sleep.
​(Fade out on low upright bass heartbeat and distant ocean swell)