That low tread is already walking. Dry hits, warm mass under them, and room around every strike.

Voice is in. Hard syllables, right down in the rhythm, not floating over it.

New line here. Same march underneath, just a little more push in the words.

That first refrain shape is back. Same steps, but they already feel heavier for having returned.

Hear the lift? The ground keeps walking while the top gets a little brighter and more restless.

Still the same motor, but the upper edge is flickering now. Small change, sharp outline.

Back to the bare winding line. The voice is doing the work again, rough against the loop.

Another lift without a breakout. Accents still walk just off the beat.

Vef Darraðar again. Later in the track it just names the whole procedure.

That life line drops straight into the tread. Nothing softens for it.

Long hold now. Same shape, same grip, waiting to hear where it finally lets go.

There. The lock loosens, and by a few seconds later the whole pattern is gone.