[Intro]
[Tempo: 70 BPM - Slow, Ethereal]
[Clean, delay-heavy guitar plucking a haunting arpeggio. A synth pad hums comfortably in the background. The mood is melancholic but calm.]
[Verse 1- Soft, breathy clean vocals]
The silence here is heavy
Like a blanket made of lead
I trace the lines of fracture
Inside this hollow head.
The light is getting dimmer
The surface feels so far
I’m counting every second
Between the jagged scars.
[Pre-Chorus- Tempo: 90 BPM - Accelerating- Snare drum begins a marching beat. The clean guitar gets a gritty overdrive edge. The vocals become strained, turning into a melodic yell.]
Pre-Chorus
The pressure starts to build
The air begins to thin!
I feel the walls colliding
I feel the cave-in!
[Chorus- Tempo: 130 BPM - Driving. Full distortion kicks in. Driving 4/4 rhythm. Soaring, gritty vocals layered with mid-range screams.]
Chorus
Drag me down!
Until my lungs give out
Until I cannot shout
Bury me beneath the sound!
I’m fighting just to breathe
But gravity is king
And I am just a thing
Waiting to be found!
[Bridge- Tempo: 170 BPM - Fast. Double bass drums kick in. Fast, punk-beat rhythm. Vocals switch to frantic high-pitched screams.]
Faster!
The pulse is racing, the eyes are dilating!
Panic is the pilot and we are deviating!
Spinning out of orbit, burning up the atmosphere
The end is coming closer, the end is finally here!
[Tempo keeps ramping up—180, 190, 200 BPM]
Don't look up!
Don't look back!
Fade to grey!
Fade to BLACK!
[Sudden Silence for 2 full seconds]
[The Breakdown]
[Tempo: Half-time feel / Sludge]
[The guitars cut out entirely for the first beat, leaving just a massive, distorted Bass guitar hitting a low F# with the kick drum. It is groovy, syncopated, and impossibly heavy.]
[Breakdown- Guttural Lows]
CRUSH.
[Chugging, staccato guitar joins the bass on the off-beats]
THE.
WEIGHT.
[Silence]
OF.
[Silence]
GODS.
[The rhythm becomes chaotic and djent-heavy. Massive sub-bass drops boom underneath.]
Sink!
INTO!
THE!
Floor!
[Instrumental Solo Section- Tempo: Shifts to rapid 6/8 time. The heaviness remains, but the texture changes completely. The drums go into a rolling blast-beat pattern. Guitar High-pitched Tremolo picking. It sounds like a wall of shimmering noise, soaring above the low-end rhythm. It is melodic, sorrowful, and intense—classic blackgaze style. While the guitar tremolos high, the bass steps out of the rhythm role. It plays a distorted, tapping melody in the mid-range, weaving through the guitar noise like a snake.]
[Outro- Tempo: Gradual ritardando - Slowing down to 60 BPM. The distortion fades out. The drums stop abruptly. We return to the clean, delay-heavy guitar from the intro, but it sounds slightly detuned and weary.]
[Outro- Spoken word / Whisper]
The bottom isn't dark.
It’s just... quiet.
Finally quiet.
Atlantica
