Gold fever

Hard industrial metal, 158 BPM, aggressive and dark. Tight palm-muted down-tuned guitars, distorted bass locked to the riffs, relentless double-kick drums, hard snare, mechanical industrial percussion, metallic impacts, dark distorted synth drones and feedback textures. Male vocals: tense low-mid verses, harsh shouted delivery, explosive choruses, occasional controlled screams. Dynamic structure: restrained and ominous verses → rising pre-chorus → huge aggressive chorus → crushing instrumental breaks. Dry, upfront vocal with short gritty delay on hook phrases. Tight low end, clear midrange guitars, crisp attack, controlled saturation, dense but polished modern mix. Mood: furious, oppressive, bleak, confrontational, driven by greed, violence and moral collapse.

[Verse 1] FASTER, faster — the voices call. But the sailors are in no rush at all. From the ships come crowds to the old pier. The people don
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know what they re doing here. [Verse 2] From Europe, from Asia, from distant lands. A prospector s groan hangs heavy on the sands. Coins and riches — your plague and your blight. Mold has wrapped your soul in the dead of night. [Spoken Hook] Hoping for better, but you re at a dead end. Stay human, or blend with the crowd and pretend. GOLD — it will drive you insane. GOLD — nothing but ruin and pain. [Instrumental Break] Relentless palm-muted guitar riff, double-kick drums, metallic industrial percussion, distorted bass and dark synth noise. [Pre-Chorus] Blood and coins flow together as one. For your sins, you will pay when your time has come. The tribes stand in your way — violence follows. Lives are destroyed as the gold rush swallows all. [Chorus] The devil sees the sorrow you spread. He waits for you in hell, among the dead. You slaughter men and children, you see. Of the tribal women — only shadows remain. [Verse 3] In a flash, your dreams all fall apart. Now you and your friend are enemies at heart. Your hands rake the sand from the river shore. But there s only muck and slime — nothing more. [Instrumental Break] Heavy industrial riff, pounding drums, distorted bass, metallic impacts, rising feedback. [Pre-Chorus] Your last chance — to deal and to play. No luck. You re a slave once again today. The golden poison is coursing through you. You ll never return home — this much is true. [Chorus] The devil sees the sorrow you spread. He waits for you in hell, among the dead. You slaughter men and children, you see. Of the tribal women — only shadows remain. [Verse 4] A golden mine — a graveyard of good. Evil walks here, as it always would. Every ounce — there s blood upon the ground. Every mine is a city where the dead are found. [Instrumental Break] Dissonant guitar riff, mechanical percussion, feedback, dark industrial textures, escalating tension. [Outro] GOLD RUSH FEVER — a sickness for the ages. Will humanity heal? NO. NEVER. It rages.