FATHER BROWN AND HIS FOLLOWERS

Intro) (Feedback and heavy recurring guitar theme in B. Stomping 1-2-3-4 kick drums.)

(Verse 1) (Aggressive Nu-Metal rap delivery) In the pulpit he’s a saint, a father to the blind With a "holy" word for every soul he’s managed to unbind But the sun sets like a blade, and the collar comes away While he leads a lobotomized flock, whipped and led astray A line of white, a glass of gin, the "pleasure and the death" Watching filth in the shadows, catching his unholy breath!

(Bridge 1) (Half-time feel, melodic ringing chords, growing aggression) "I’LL DRIVE THE DEMON OUT OF YOU!" he screams with foaming lips Redeeming his wife with curses and the sting of leather whips In his twisted mind he’s a soldier, a warrior of the light Doing the Devil’s work in the middle of the night!

(Chorus 1) (Explosive energy, maximum screaming, double-bass bursts) WITH THE BIBLE AS A WEAPON, THE VENOM POISONED THE WEAK NOW THEY’RE SLAVES TO FATHER BROWN, THE HUMBLE AND THE MEEK WITH A ROARING VOICE OF DOOMSDAY, AND SALVATION IN THEIR BEDS HE’S PROMISING A KINGDOM WHILE HE’S MESSING WITH THEIR HEADS "FOLLOW ME FROM SATAN'S TOWN, OR BE LEFT AMONG THE DEAD TO BURN IN HELL FOREVER WITH THE SINS THAT YOU HAVE FED!"

(Post-Chorus) (Heavy recurring theme riff)

(Verse 2) (Fast, manic rap delivery) Morning comes with a mask, a prayer to hide the scar "I had to save your soul, my dear, from where the sinners are." The wood splinters at dawn, the law is at the door She’s bleeding for her "savior" as he’s kneeling on the floor!

(Bridge 2) (Guttural growls, building to a climax) A pistol in his hand, one last pious lie: "LORD, I’M COMING HOME!" he roars against the sky A single shot rings out, the stench of rot and lead The shepherd’s finally gone, but the poison’s already spread!

(Chorus 2) (Full power, aggressive distorted vocals) WITH THE BIBLE AS A WEAPON, THE VENOM POISONED THE WEAK... (Repeat Chorus)

[INSTRUMENTAL GUITAR SOLO SECTION - 16 BARS] (Heavy rhythmic backing only. Chugging guitars and driving drums for live guitar solo.)

(Outro) (Tempo slows to a heavy, crushing stomp. Vocals become a dark, menacing whisper/growl) The headlines tell the story... The followers turn away... "It was meant to be," they whisper... (Final explosion of feedback and one last heavy hit on B)