Low wind and a slow brass swell open into wide, dark space.

A high voice floats in over the horns, pure held tone, weightless against them.

Marching drums arrive under the brass, and the whole thing starts to lean forward.

The full band lands at once, distorted guitars over rolling double kick, strings still wrapped around it.

Under it all, the kick holds its pace and the riff finds a hard, even stride.

A harsh voice enters low and torn, grinding against the wall rather than sitting on it.

The rhythm tightens into a pounding stride, brass answering between the vocal phrases.

The kick drums break into a flat-out roll, the voice riding the surge.

The voice stretches into one long roar that carries through the fill.

Everything drops away to pads and low strings, just a speaking voice now, close and unhurried in all that space.

The band comes back at full weight, brass out front, the roar on top.

The groove lands in stiff staccato hits, the orchestra stabbing between them.

A lead guitar steps forward with a long melodic line, brass rising behind it.

Another single roar leans across the chug of the riff, rougher at the top.

After the instrumental stretch, the harsh voice drops back in over the drive.

Now everything pushes at once, choir over the wall, the voice at full pressure.

One last roar rings out over the final chords.

Then it stops, cut clean off, a flute and open wind left hanging in the space.

The flute thins into the wind until only room tone is left.