Clean Slate

The track opens with the low, vibrating drone of a Tidnam (ancient bronze horn), creating a sense of impending judgment, A slow, thumping percussion mimics a heartbeat or a distant drum, layered with a men’s choir performing a low-register, wordless chant that feels like the voice of ancestors watching, A lonely, reverberant acoustic guitar enters, playing a weary melody, As the realization hits, the horns swell—not in triumph, but in a somber, cinematic "wake up" call that cuts through the tavern-like atmosphere of the verses

[The track features a mid-tempo walking bassline and a percussive acoustic strum, The "Ancient Horns" (like a Carnyx or Shofar) blare intermittently, sounding like a foghorn cutting through the "frat-boy" noise, The Chanting is sharper here, staccato and rhythmic, providing a pulse of discipline, Layered underneath is the faint, annoying sound of a distanced party (clinking bottles and muffled laughter) that slowly gets drowned out by the gravity of the horns as he moves further away, ]