[Whispered, minimal, atmospheric intro]
There’s a light…
Pressing through my ribs.
A fever…
Stirring where the darkness lives.
I feel it pulsing,
Fighting to ignite—
A star that won’t go quiet,
Even in the dead of night.
[Soft hums, distant pads, no drums — just air and tension]
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[Verse — restrained, low-register, eerie pulse]
I’ve tried to smother it gently,
Tried to bury the glow.
But the heat keeps rising slowly,
Like it has somewhere else to go.
Every heartbeat trembles—
Every breath is scarred.
This burning orb inside me
Keeps shining far too hard.
[The low pulse continues. No lift yet. No real drums]
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[Long atmospheric build — chant-like repetition, tension growing]
Hold it still…
Hold it still…
Hold it still…
The flare keeps climbing upward,
Refusing to retreat.
My body shakes around it,
A vessel built for heat.
Drag it down…
Drag it down…
Drag it down…
The pressure builds in silence,
The glow becomes a scream—
A dying star collapsing
Inside a breaking dream.
[Heavy reverb, synth layers slowly added, distant backing vocals.
Still no full drums. Tension only]
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[Drop — sudden, violent, screamed, minimal but crushing]
QUENCH THE STAR!
RIP IT OUT OF ME!
LET THE LIGHT GO FERAL—
LET IT BLEED!
I’M A PRISON OF FIRE,
A HEART OVERSEEN—
TAKE THIS BURNING STAR
AND MAKE IT CEASE!
PUT IT OUT!
PUT IT OUT!
PUT
IT
OUT!
[Sparse, brutal drums and heavy low-end. Rhythm hits like punches.
No melody — pure catharsis]
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[Post-drop — wounded, airy, melodic]
If the spark fades slowly,
If the night softens the glow…
Maybe I’ll remember
Who I was
Before the fire took hold.
Maybe when it’s quiet,
I’ll hear myself again.
A shadow without a sunrise—
A story without an end.
[Reverb-heavy, soft vocal delivery. No more heavy drums]
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[Ambient outro — dissolving into atmosphere]
Let the star fall silent…
Let the ember rest…
Let the dark reclaim
What burned inside my chest.
[Voices fade. Pads dissolve. No rhythm.
Ends exactly like Emergence — quiet, open, unresolved]
[Instrumental Break — atmospheric, dissolving, No vocals, Just ambience, Soft, low pads, Slow, swelling synth, Distant sub pulses, Echoes of earlier melodic fragments stretched and reversed, A faint “crackle” or “spark” at the edges, Gradual volume fall, Ends on unresolved harmony]
Atlantica
