*Dance with Nekhmet (The Orc's Ritual)* by The Orc
[Music Style: Virtuosic junk percussion weapon called the Mak’Gürz, delivering brutal industrial hits and sharp metallic resonance. Gritty, playful Spanglish rap with Uruguayan slang, battling a powerful, chaotic murga choir. Driven by a dark, heavy funk bassline and wild psychedelic sax solos. The atmosphere is a tense urban ritual, layered with digital glitches and old rotary phone call effects.]
*Dance with Nekhmet (The Orc's Ritual)* by The Orc
[Music Style: Virtuosic junk percussion weapon called the Mak’Gürz, delivering brutal industrial hits and sharp metallic resonance. Gritty, playful Spanglish rap with Uruguayan slang, battling a powerful, chaotic murga choir. Driven by a dark, heavy funk bassline and wild psychedelic sax solos. The atmosphere is a tense urban ritual, layered with digital glitches and old rotary phone call effects.]
Lyrics
🐙# Nekhmet #🐙
Nekhmet is a god of nursery-rhyme dread. A colossal deity of worn corduroy and patchwork love, stitched with clumsy, ancient tenderness. Its vast, soft tentacles offer a silent embrace, promising the suffocating comfort of a forgotten blanket. But its head is a mouthless expanse, adorned with a hundred mismatched button eyes. They are not for seeing. They are colorful, perfect voids, each an abyss that gazes inward. They quietly absorb your light, your sound, your name, unraveling your very being into a beautiful, eternal, and utterly terrifying silence.
By Nifume.
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Intro
Sound of a rotary phone dialing, static, cables connecting. A slow, hypnotic sax riff plays over soft, clanking percussion on PVC pipes and chains. The Orc whispers into the phone
Hello? Nekhmet? Bo, I know you're there... It's time for our dance. Ta?
Verse 1
A heavy, dark funk bassline kicks in. The Mak’Gürz starts a steady, industrial beat. The Orc's rap is tense and rhythmic.
Llamada a cobro revertido, to the queen of the past,
Me vende un recuerdo que sé que no va a last.
Metida en los cables, a ghost in the shell,
susurrando mi nombre from a digital hell.
Me tira la data, fotos en sepia,
That beautiful lie, su dulce anestesia.
But I got the weapon, a rhythm beast, bo,
El Mak’Gürz en la mano... y empieza este show.
Pre-Chorus
The beat intensifies, more metal barrels and chains. The murga choir responds, sounding like they're trapped in the phone line.
¡Su red de nostalgia me quiere atrapar!
(¡El loop no va a parar!)
¡Con un beat de chatarra la voy a quebrar!
(¡A bailar! ¡A bailar!)
Chorus
Explosion of energy! Fast, danceable rap punk. The Mak’Gürz goes wild with a virtuoso beat. The murga choir is loud and festive.
DANCE WITH NEKHMET! Her neon eyes bright,
Her web is the rhythm that traps you all night!
DANCE WITH NEKHMET! So tender and cruel!
¡Mi Mak’Gürz le canta este réquiem de RUIDO y de cool!
¡NEKHMET! ¡Beat de la locura!
¡NEKHMET! ¡Esta noche es la tura!
Saxophone Riff
Verse 2
The groove returns, but faster and more urgent. The Orc is more aggressive.
She offers the world in a 4K display,
El chamuyo de siempre, "come out and play".
Me muestra tu cara, me muestra mi hogar,
Cada golpe del Mak’Gürz es para no olvidar...
...que el óxido es real, the glitch is the truth,
Le rompo la jaula a mi digital youth.
This ain't no love song, this is war in the key of funk,
Un ritual de cumbia, a sermon of punk.
Pre-Chorus
Tension builds again, the murga choir sounds more desperate.
¡Su canto de sirena me quiere ahogar!
(¡El beat no va a parar!)
¡Con furia de orquesta la voy a callar!
(¡A Luchar! ¡A Luchar!)
Chorus
Maximum energy explosion. The saxophone joins the murga on the main melody, creating a wall of psychedelic, chaotic sound.
DANCE WITH NEKHMET! Her neon eyes bright,
Her web is the rhythm that traps you all night!
DANCE WITH NEKHMET! So tender and cruel!
¡Mi Mak’Gürz le canta este réquiem de RUIDO y de cool!
¡NEKHMET! ¡Beat de la locura!
¡NEKHMET! ¡Esta noche es la tura!
Saxophone and Percussion Solo
The main beat stops, leaving only an industrial drone. A wild, chaotic, psychedelic sax solo begins. The Mak’Gürz responds with an equally free and complex percussion solo, a furious dialogue between melody and rhythm. The murga chants in the background: "Rompe el espejo... mata el reflejo..."
Outro
The music cuts abruptly into a massive digital glitch. The sound of a phone call ending: tuuu... tuuu... tuuu... A soft, feminine whisper-giggle. Then, one final, mighty, resonant hit from the Mak’Gürz that rings out into silence.
(BWOOOMMM...)
End