Gront Spoketer - Toxicity (The Warden's Miasma)

A high-octane Gothic Nu-Metal cover adaptation of System of a Down's "Toxicity" driven by heavy 7-string chugs, low brass, and turntable scratches. #NuMetal #SystemOfADown Genre & Mood: Gothic Nu-Metal / Dark Americana Hybrid, heavy 6/8 time signature, aggressive, urgent, stoic Key Instrumentation: Downtuned 7-string guitar chugs, industrial turntable scratches, aggressive low brass swells, weeping dark cello, heavy marching boot-stomp pulse Story Themes: System of a Down cover adaptation, toxic swamp wraith, warden's resolve, sonic soundboard fracture, blue lantern cleansing #NuMetal #SystemOfADown #Toxicity #GothicAmericana #Gront #TheWarden #DarkCountry #MetalCover Lyrics: Conversion of the ash, version seven point zero! Looming over dead-pine groves where the black rivers flow! Somewhere between the toxic mist and the frozen ground, A ancient creeping venom makes a suffocating sound! Chewing on the slag-rock as a pastime activity! Purging out the poison from our mountain society! (*Poison is rising! Shield the lung!*) I unslung the soundboard where the brass wires hung! (*Vapor is thick! Watch the black mud!*) A warden holds the border through the toxic flood! You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder?! Now, somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep! Somewhere, sacred silence and sleep! Disorder, disorder, disorder! Brass wires howling through the toxic deep! Conversion of the rot, version seven point zero! Tracking down the marsh-wraith in the sickly green glow! It struck with claws of rusted iron, spitting out the blight, Trying to choke the warden and extinguish the blue light! I struck a sharp harmonic on the brass soundboard frame, Fracturing the poison shell and calling out its name! The sonic wave tore through the bog, shattering the spell, Driving back the miasma to its cold swamp cell! (*Poison is breaking! Hold the blue beam!*) I drew the cold steel sword through the sulfurous steam! (*Vapor is thinning! Clear out the rot!*) Ending the miasma on the forgotten spot! You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder?! Now, somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep! Somewhere, sacred silence and sleep! Disorder, disorder, disorder! Brass wires howling through the toxic deep! Opened up the blue lantern... let the thermal flare bite... Freezing out the miasma with glacial blue light. When the lantern flared blue, I shone light in the dark... Cleansing out the poison with a single cold spark! You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder, disorder?! Now, somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep! Somewhere, sacred silence and sleep! Disorder, disorder, disorder! Brass wires howling through the toxic deep! The fog cleared away... the swamp went still... Just the rustle of the reed beneath the ruined hill. Wiped the venom from my coat, checked the third brass wire... Warden’s work is finished. Put out another fire.