Clean guitar starts quick and rounded, light on a fast pulse.

Clean voice steps in soft, almost conversational, room still open around it.

That short clean line stays disciplined while the surface stays smooth.

Band weight drops in. Guitars thicken and the drums start giving orders.

Harsh voice tears in on the refrain and scrapes straight across the riff.

Same heavy shape cycles back. It locks, then keeps moving.

Clean voice returns and the space opens, colder after that first armor.

Fin and tail image rides the same controlled current, still circling forward.

Harsh refrain comes back like a known organ, less shock, more inevitability.

Darker clean line hangs the room for a second over colder water.

She names the creature while the rhythm tightens under the river line.

Those end repeats keep narrowing the space until the shine gets torn out.

Pressure breaks. The pattern falls into the last gap.