Gront Spoketer - The Sunken Wagon at Dead-Man’s Pass

A heavy Mariachi Nu-Metal track featuring Gront the Warden battling a phantom convoy in Dead-Man's Pass with heavy 7-string chugs, industrial anvil hits, and dual mariachi trumpets. #MariachiMetal #NuMetal Genre & Mood: Mariachi Nu-Metal / Dark Americana Hybrid, heavy, relentless, high-energy, stoic Key Instrumentation: Downtuned 7-string guitars, industrial anvil strikes, dual mariachi trumpets, rapid vihuela strumming, heavy guitarrón bass, weeping dark cello, double-kick drums Story Themes: Mountain pass, ghost wagon, sonic soundboard fracture, blue lantern thermal freeze, wilderness cleansing #MariachiMetal #NuMetal #GothicAmericana #Gront #TheWarden #Mariachi #Trumpets #HeavyMetal Lyrics: High up where the Dead-Man’s Pass goes drowning in the mud, A ghost-caravan was waking with a thirst for living blood! Iron rims were grinding down into the sunken shale, Hauling forgotten coffins down the flooded timber trail! Not a living driver sat upon the wooden seat, Just two skeletal horses with cold vapor at their feet! It blocked the narrow mountain pass and raised a heavy cry, Shaking loose the granite rocks beneath the stormy sky! (*Pass is closing! Watch the high ledge!*) I gripped the brass soundboard and stepped to the edge! (*Mud is rising! Unlatch the light!*) A warden breaks the terror in the middle of the night! Spurs in the mud! Steel in the pass! (*Shatter the wagon! Break through the glass!*) Brass wires roaring through the rain and the fog! (*Drive the dead convoy out of the bog!*) Blue light flashing! Boots on the stone! Clearing out the canyon and reclaiming the throne! The lead carriage swung around with wheels of rusted plate, Trying to crush the warden under heavy phantom weight! I rolled across the muddy ridge, unslung my warden blade, Striking at the harness iron where the spell was made! I tuned the brass soundboard to the mountain’s lowest key, Striking out a shockwave that reverberated free! The sonic strike tore through the wood, shattering the frame, Turning all the ghostly timber into freezing flame! (*Harness cracking! Hold the high ground!*) I drove the cold steel where the specters were bound! (*Vapor clearing! Mud turning cold!*) Ending the corruption where the dead wagon rolled! Spurs in the mud! Steel in the pass! (*Shatter the wagon! Break through the glass!*) Brass wires roaring through the rain and the fog! (*Drive the dead convoy out of the bog!*) Blue light flashing! Boots on the stone! Clearing out the canyon and reclaiming the throne! Unlatched the blue lantern... let the thermal beam flare! Freezing out the spirits in the cold mountain air! The phantom horses shattered... collapsed into the clay... Leaving just the silent pass before the break of day. Spurs in the mud! Steel in the pass! (*Shatter the wagon! Break through the glass!*) Brass wires roaring through the rain and the fog! (*Drive the dead convoy out of the bog!*) Blue light flashing! Boots on the stone! Clearing out the canyon and reclaiming the throne! The mountain pass went quiet... the icy rain cleared... Just the rustle of the mud where the wagon had reared. Wiped the soot from my cold steel, strapped the soundboard tight... Leaving Dead-Man’s Pass behind into the morning light.