[Intro- A haunting, discordant Bulgarian-style choir echoes in a massive, empty cathedral, terrifying. Industrial synth bass slowly starts to rumble underneath, cinematic vibes]
[Choir chanting in a haunting harmony]
Sanctuary has fallen...
The air is toxic... breathe it in...
[Verse 1- A glitchy, mechanical trap beat kicks in. It sounds like a broken alarm. The vocals are distorted, cynical, and close to the mic]
My temperature's spiking, step back from the edge.
I’m putting my faith in the hands of the dead.
Locked in the basement 'cause the air is a threat.
Cover your mouth and place your bet!
We're starving for a tragedy.
Just desperate to suffer a casualty.
I see you shaking in place.
I wanna stare in your face.
[Pre-Chorus- The beat stops. A robotic, emergency-broadcast siren winds up. The guitars enter with a nasty, scraping slide.]
Attention please, the countdown is done!
There is no rescue, nowhere to run!
This is the climax you begged to receive!
It's not a drill, it's the end of the dream!
[Chorus- the track explodes. A massive, towering wall of drop-tuned guitars and crashing cymbals. The vocals shift into soaring, emotional cleans, creating a terrifying but beautiful contrast.]
This is the Sovereign Plague!
Got a shiver crawling down your spine
'Cause the shadow is hunting for you!
Dig your graves and obey!
Memorize the propaganda they sold you, yeah, yeah!
When the panic is history,
Will we just repeat the misery?
If the paranoia spares your life,
The isolation will, yeah, yeah!
[Verse 2- Instantly drops back to the glitchy trap beat, but now the bass is heavily distorted and clipping. Fast, aggressive, rhythmic yelling.]
Move!
They're beaming the static right into your skull!
Injecting the data to make us all dull!
Isolating the truth in a padded room
Inside that wasteland you call a mind before it consumes!
We just want to burn the flag.
Just acting like we're the only ones in the body bag.
I see you begging for blood.
I wanna drag you through mud.
[Pre-chorus 2- The emergency siren winds up again, even louder this time.]
Attention please, the countdown is done!
There is no rescue, nowhere to run!
This is the climax you begged to receive!
It's not a drill, it's the end of the dream!
[Chorus- The massive, emotional wall of sound returns.]
This is the Sovereign Plague!
Got a shiver crawling down your spine
'Cause the shadow is hunting for you!
Dig your graves and obey!
Memorize the propaganda they sold you, yeah, yeah!
When the panic is history,
Will we just repeat the misery?
If the paranoia spares your life,
The isolation will, yeah, yeah!
[Breakdown/outro]
You can barricade the gates, you can swallow the key!
But you can't scrub the blood from your hands so easily!
When the men in the suits and the crowns on their heads
Can't tell the difference between the living and dead!
When existence is a cage and the reaper is the key!
This isn't just a panic, it's a—
[Guttural Deathcore Roar]: SIEGE!
SIEGE!
Sovereign..
Atlantica
