Oh hell yeah, man! A symphony of ripping clothes, bulging muscles, and gutteral moans... although with Amy Lee, those moans might not be so gutteral

. Almost lyrical!
I agree on the no narration part. Let the growth speak for itself

Also, what's so bad about a flute? I could see it underscoring the vulnerability of a woman hulking out. Confusion, ecstasy, I think the flute could help retain the wispier bits of the woman in the beginning, but by the end it had better progressed to some hard crunching heavy metal already or some such.