[Intro — atmospheric, whispered, orchestral build]
A single bell tolls…
Violins tremble like wings in a storm.
Dust drifts through the fractured light
as the air turns cold—
A breath behind your shoulder.
A clock face split in two.
The reaper’s voice unfolds in the silence:
“Every second owed…
returns to claim you.”
The choir swells,
the drums rumble like distant thunder,
and the hourglass flips—
Time begins to fall.
[Breakdown — drop tuned bass, heavy vibes]
[Verse 1 — airy, ethereal + creeping strings]
Whispers in the rafters…
Shadows bend and fracture…
Your heartbeat ticks like a warning in the dark.
Footsteps getting closer,
Frost along your shoulder,
He’s carving out your name like a mark.
[Pre-Chorus — tension rise, orchestral swell]
You can’t outrun the sand that’s falling,
Can’t unhear the hollow calling—
The hourglass is breaking in your hands…
[Chorus — explosive, Spiritbox heaviness + choir accents]
You can’t hide from the reaper,
He’s the ghost inside your mirror.
Time’s a blade that cuts in deeper
Every breath you take.
You can’t outrun forever,
Every thread is snapped and severed—
When the shadows pull the lever,
Your soul begins to shake.
[Verse 2 — glitchy + orchestral stabs]
Crumbling illusions—
Clockwork executions—
You feel the ticking burrow through your spine.
Moments turn to ashes,
Memories burn to flashes,
He’s standing where the light can’t reach in time.
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t outrun the sand that’s falling,
Can’t unhear the hollow calling—
The hourglass is bleeding from the cracks…
[Chorus]
You can’t hide from the reaper,
He’s the ghost inside your mirror.
Time’s a blade that cuts in deeper
Every breath you take.
You can’t outrun forever,
Every thread is snapped and severed—
When the shadows pull the lever,
Your soul begins to shake.
[Bridge — orchestral breakdown, chugs + choir]
Tick—tock—
Your heartbeat stops.
Tick—tock—
He’s at the door.
Tick—tock—
You beg for more…
But time won’t barter with the dead anymore.
[Final Chorus — bigger, darker, choir + strings]
You can’t hide from the reaper,
He’s the whisper growing nearer.
Time’s a wound that opens deeper
Every step you take.
You can’t outrun forever,
No escape, no last endeavor—
When the hourglass surrenders,
Your name is what it claims.
[Outro — soft piano + distant scream]
The phantom of the hour…
Comes for every soul in time…
Atlantica
