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Art by Kai!!! https://x.com/CalamariSpider?t=xguYXG... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2hvnt... SoundCloud: / chonny-jash Bandcamp: https://chonnyjash.bandcamp.com I've always enjoyed the idea that the Happy Mask Salesman isn't actually a creepy cryptid freakazoid, but just a Hylian guy who's very energetic and enthusiastic about things he knows. And he knows masks more than anything else... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: An evil power draws near. An omen of rage, spite and fear. Reawakened. Stained by death. Commands the child with no one left. An ancient tribe once laid it down. They feared its power. They feared its sound. But now, its slumber has been cut short. Its sleep has been disturbed once more. I wish I had some better news. I wish I'd never fallen for his ruse, but I've no power to rewind time, so this is how we'll die. Majora closes. Dread flows in waves. It's found its puppet. It's found its prey. It lit the fuse. Just three more days until your final melody will play. He'll leave this world a hollow shell. He'll burn the line between life and hell. He'll leave us empty, as he himself. He'll drown in chaos all we've ever held. He'll bring down hellfire. He'll bring the storm. He's the calamity. He's the swarm. A cataclysm is soon to fall. The Gods of ancient times won't hear our call. So, feel the cold. Heal your soul. It's time to atone. It's the end. Death descends. We can't start again. It's too late. Count the days. Three more till the blaze. All that's left; time, regrets. We've all transgressed. Endless, the agony soon to befall us. Hopeless mortality. Smothering dust. Ceaseless, the tragedy fuelled by its bloodlust. Pain is the only thing we still can trust.