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El Mariachi Muerte

Arcadia Designation

Singing Death






“La muerte llega (death comes)”

Entrance Song

(Killing me Softly) by Pitingo

Other Aliases

Cantando la Muerte


A song is heard, it tells a story. A song that sings of the dead. It sends a message to the person who hears it. A warning.

Then, the tale told in the song comes to life. The victim, chosen with the kiss of a rose. When the song plays and the rose is claimed by the victim it is said that a bond is made.

The song of death comes true.

El Mariachi Muerte is a dark figure, he who writes the songs of death. It is not known what lies underneath the mask. Is he human? Spirit? Undead?

He Is Cantando la Muerte… Singing Death

What is known is that if the song is written for you, there is nowhere you can run and nowhere you can hide.

The music will find you.

“La Muerte llega… death comes”



A single spotlight illuminates a single figure who appears, holding a guitar. Head bowed and his face covered by a large sombrero, he begins to play, a flowing Mariachi song.

“Hoy, que alguien cantaba una buena canción,una muchacha dulce, un angel dije yo,
que estilo aquel que suerte,pude reconocerme…”

El Mariachi Muerte’s gruff voice sounds out in Spanish, singing the lyrics to “Killing me Softly” by Pitingo and slowly walking the path to the ring as the chorus rings out.

“Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his words,
Killing me softly… With his words.”

The Invasion winner lowers his guitar, lifting his head to lock eyes with the ring. He ascends the steps to the ring, leaping over the top rope to join the action.















  • In the dimly lit catacombs of Anthesteria, El Mariachi Muerte sits, gazing over the resting place of La Mariachi Vida. Muerte draws a deep sorrow-filled breath as he begins to play. ♪ I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus

  • El Mariachi Muerte has his head bowed, sombrero hiding his face. His voice is wrought with pain as he speaks. “More than anyone else in OSW, maybe in all of Arcadia, I’ve felt the sting of losing that which you love

  • Light streams through stained glass. El Mariachi Muerte stands in the doorway to an empty Church of Zion. “They are searching. But he makes sure they find what they are looking for.” “Not all that wander are lost. And not all that

  • The Cabin is in tatters. Various hunting items strewn about. El Mariachi Muerte is on his hands and knees, searching. ♬ They call me The Seeker I’ve been searching low and high

  • “Be careful, you’ll fall” A loving father calls out to his child, teetering on the edge of a great pool. The child stumbles, falling into the water. The father’s greatest fears become reality. For neither he nor the child can swim. He

  • A butterfly limps onto Gemini’s guitar, wings squashed and deformed. She watches it struggle, flitting and flopping in vain before coming to rest before Pestilence’s gaze. El Mariachi Muerte follows her gaze. “I see the product of such stunted growth. A

  • The light of hundreds of candles illuminates a sombre scene. The body of La Maricahi Vida lies displayed in a casket. El Mariachi Muerte places a rose over her body as he begins to play a slow, flowing melody. “Te amo

  • At these fingertips, the future of the Mariachi rests. But having power is not nearly as important as what you choose to do with it, uf. Won’t you spare her over til another year Well what is this that I can’t see With

  • I see a bucket. Every person carries a bucket like this one. Visible only to those whose eyes have been opened. Into this bucket trickles the waters that fuel their psyche. Happiness, joy, confidence, success. All of the positive aspects of

  • When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Ain't no grave can hold my body down Staring into the face of your own mortality is enough to strike fear into any man’s soul. For as sure as

  • Big fish, keep swimming. Big fish, keep swimming, Away. Mariachi legend tells of great waters, mi amigos, where many creatures existed. These waters were treacherous, as creatures fought for domination. Survival of the fittest tells us that the bigger the fish, the more

  • La cucaracha, la cucaracha Ya no puede caminar Porque no tiene, porque le falta Una pata para andar One of the more misunderstood creatures in Arcadia is the humble cucaracha. An important part of the Arcadian ecosystem, the cockroach will scavenge and feed on just

  • They don't really make ‘em like me anymore I'm practically one of a kind. My generation is almost extinct Everyone's losing their minds There was a time when the song of my people was revered. A culture built on La Musica, the balance between

  • A single chord. All that separates la musica de la vida from la musica de la muerte. The dominant note, suspended over the lifesong of those who are chosen to hear the fabled tones of death. But the dominant note in

  • Remember me, though I have to say goodbye Remember me, don't let it make you cry For even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart. I hear their song,

  • “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do

  • “Strung out and broken, They all waste away. Picks up the bottle, Drinks it down before she hits the stage.” There is no more crushing feeling than being expendable. Like the strings of my guitar, playing not out of one's own accord, but waiting

  • “He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole wide world in his hands. He’s got the whole world in his hands. He’s got the whole world in his

  • “Heavy is the head that wears no crown It's lonely at the top when you're looking down” I can still hear his words echo in my memory. “Estamos atados por la música. Manténlo seguro

  • “Well I don’t know why I came here tonight. This Altar, it doesn’t feel right. Desperately, I need the music repaired And I’m wondering how Arcadia will fare.   When there’s death to the left of me, Brokenness to the right. Here I am, Stuck in the middle

  • Her music was beautiful, La Mariachi Alegría. She was one of those Mariachi that could transport you through a journey of song. In hearing her play, I found that music was much like climbing a ladder, mi amigos. Rung by

  • ‘People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share No one dared Disturb the sound of silence’ “Silence is golden, or so they say.” “But when the universe breathes in dulcet tones of an eternal melody, silence is anything but

  • A single whistled note pierces the air for a moment before spluttering and passing away. Choked and fading into nothingness. “La musica?” El Mariachie Muerte tries again, his whistle living for a moment before dying into the bleak. Muerte’s sorrow is caught

  • A slow haunting melody is hummed by a single voice. The body of Damien Wolfe lies upon blood-soaked canvas. El Mariachi Muerte draws near and kneels beside the massacred body. He places a rose upon Damien’s chest as he hums his

  • A sorrow-filled El Mariachi Muerte sits, head bowed as his fingers pick out a slow melody on his guitar. His melodic voice sings out a dreary ballad. ‘Oh lament, oh lament. Mi amigo, I trusted in you

  • I've always been reckless and foolish with love Always pushing my luck with the spirits above

  • Softly we tremble tonight, Picture perfect fading smiles are all that’s left in site, I said I’d never leave you’ll never change I’m not satisfied with where I’m at in life. She told him repeatedly that she wanted nothing to do with him. But he

  • I’m on the menu You won’t get indigestion I even come with dessert

  • No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes There are many Arcadians that hide a sense of hopelessness behind their eyes. Take a trip, mi amigos, through the slums and you will find many

  • A heart that's full up like a landfill  A job that slowly kills you  Bruises that won't heal  A composer sits and labors over his manuscript.  In order to compose a great song, one’s magnum opus, the composer must have a meticulous and unwavering

  • Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you Some people just cannot accept that no means no, mi amigos. They’ve never learnt the meaning of consent, and will keep pushing forward for that which

  • Rising up, back on the street Did my time, took my chances Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet Just a man and his will to survive The will to survive is ingrained in every living creature. It is an innate impulse

  • I’m so happy 'cause today I found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, that's okay, 'cause so are you Broke our mirrors Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care And I'm not scared Light my candles in a daze 'Cause I’ve found God. As

  • Love is a burning thing, It makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire, I fell into a ring of fire. They say love is a many splendored thing. A bond that holds two people together, which comes in many forms. Lovers, family, friendship. But

  • Hey everybody, did the news get around About a guy named Butcher Pete Pete just flew into this town And he's choppin' up all the women's meat   He's hackin' and wackin' and smackin' He just hacks, wacks, choppin' that meat Man kills for many reasons. Out

  • Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you've got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow. He had always considered himself a

  • To a melody played on the strings of our souls And a rhythm that rattled us down to the bone

  • Take me through the night Fall into the dark side We don't need the light We'll live on the dark side Let go of the light Fall into the Darkside The darkness of night falls upon us all. It is but a blanket that plays no favourites.

  • People steal, they cheat and lie, For wealth and what it will buy. Don't they know on their final day, All their gold and silver will melt away. The thief was focused only on acquiring gold for his own pot. He would lie, cheat and

  • ‘He walks into the room He’s got a briefcase like a bomb. A smile on both faces, And he calls it aplomb   He wants a bite of your apple, Hands you back the peel. He’s fresh out of law school He’s got a license to steal' All she

  • I look at the world, and I notice it's turning, While my guitar gently weeps. With every mistake, we must surely be learning, Still, my guitar gently weeps. A young boy was given a guitar. Along with his instrument he was given a warning. 'Time works

  • There is someone Walking behind you Turn around, look at me All he wanted was one photograph. The perfect snapshot of her. All he required was information. To watch her and investigate. It is what they wanted of him, and he would always give the

  • A calm before the storm. A whistling in the trees. Paranoia is blowing in the breeze. All I’ve ever found is burning to the ground, and all I’ll ever do is burn a hole in you. A spark becomes a flame, The wheels begin to rust. Ashen

The Butcher