歌词
[Intro, Thunderous Drums, Aggressive Guitars]
In the corner, it looms, a mountain of despair,
Sheets and socks entwined, an unyielding snare.
[Verse 1, Fast-paced, Male Vocal, Determined]
From dawn to dusk, we fight this cursed bane,
A tower of cloth, a warrior’s disdain.
Each shirt, each towel, a challenge anew,
In this endless quest, we'll see it through.
[Chorus, Anthemic, Soaring Vocals, Powerful]
Oh, the Saga of the Infinite Laundry Pile,
A test of will, a battle vile.
With detergent sword and iron shield,
In this house, we shall not yield!
[Guitar Solo, Blazing, Virtuosic]
[Screaming Lead, Epic, Heroic]
[Verse 2, Driving Rhythm, Male Vocal, Relentless]
The washing machine roars, a beast in the night,
We press on through the cycles, ready to fight.
For every clean fold, a victory earned,
In the fires of fabric, our lessons learned.
[Pre-Chorus, Melodic, Tension-Building]
The dryer hums its relentless song,
But we know the war is long.
[Chorus, Anthemic, Soaring Vocals, Powerful]
Oh, the Saga of the Infinite Laundry Pile,
A test of will, a battle vile.
With detergent sword and iron shield,
In this house, we shall not yield!
[Bridge, Epic, Triumphant]
Through the lint and the fluff, our spirits rise,
In the folds of battle, our legend lies.
[Verse 3, Energetic, Driving, Male Vocal, Fierce]
No rest for the weary, no end in sight,
The towels pile high, a fearsome height.
With every rinse, we charge ahead,
In this endless war, by honor led.
[Verse 4, Majestic, Rising Intensity, Male Vocal]
From the socks of despair to the sheets of doom,
We fight through the fabric’s eternal gloom.
The bleach is our potion, the softener our might,
Against this relentless, never-ending fight.
[Chorus, Anthemic, Soaring Vocals, Powerful]
Oh, the Saga of the Infinite Laundry Pile,
A test of will, a battle vile.
With detergent sword and iron shield,
In this house, we shall not yield!
[Verse 5, Relentless, Crushing, Male Vocal]
We gather our forces, the basket is full,
The scent of fresh linen, a glorious lull.
But the cycle continues, the war never ends,
As each thread of fabric, our fate suspends.
[Chorus, Final, Victorious, Powerful]
Oh, the Saga of the Infinite Laundry Pile,
A test of will, a battle vile.
With detergent sword and iron shield,
In this house, we shall not yield!
[Outro, Powerful, Grand Finale]
And when the last cloth is folded, we stand tall,
But the laundry basket whispers, "This is not the end at all."
[Ending]
