[Intro] [Bowed upright bass alone, extremely low register] [Slow rosin-heavy arco scrape] [Subharmonic resonance, distant guitar feedback] [Claustrophobic, ominous, unresolved] [Low guttural lead, controlled and intelligible] [Drop-C guitars enter with widely spaced palm-muted impacts] [Upright bass sustains beneath the riffs instead of doubling them] [Minimal cymbals, huge floor tom punctuation] They dipped me in fire, left one spot to bleed, Promised fame and glory if I died beautifully. Watched my brothers rot for honor, for a name, Then they took the only thing I loved— And told me not to go insane. [Full band cuts dead] [Spoken extremely close, dry, sharp, almost amused] Oh darling, I'm exceptional at insane. [One beat silence] [Explosive full-band entrance] [Layered cavernous guttural + high shriek] [Relentless double-kick underneath syncopated chugs] [Dissonant tremolo guitar above the low riff] [Bowed upright bass grinding beneath everything] I am Achilles—half-divine, all spite! You don't win wars, you just decide who's right. Sing of glory, sing of grace— I buried mercy with his face! They wanted legend? Legends don't forgive I'm in this nightmare where he should live [Deep tunnel-throat vocal] [Guitars alternate between dead-stop chugs and scraping dissonant chords] [Kick follows the vocal phrasing] [Upright bass becomes more audible and woody] Patroclus wore my armor so the army could pretend That courage wasn't terror in borrowed skin till the end. Hector begged for burial ; I dragged him anyway, 'Cause grief doesn't want justice, it wants something to pay. [Guitars nearly disappear] [Bowed upright bass, low cello cluster, and distant floor tom only] [Voice low, exhausted, almost spoken] [Long spaces between lines] A lord of the dead, and it’s colder than chains— I’d kneel alive than rule this pain. walking on the edge of sanity again [Everything falls silent] [Spoken, sharp] [Very close, completely dry] [Quiet this time rather than shouted] Oh darling, I'm exceptional at insane. [One enormous downbeat] [Slow crushing first half] [Deep guttural lead] I am Achilles—blessed, doomed, alone! Every step toward my future carved in stone. [Drums begin accelerating] [Double-kick rises underneath] [High scream gradually layers over the guttural] They call it fate, I call it theft— They took my love, I took what's left! [Instrumental collapse] [Blast beats] [Dissonant tremolo] [Descending chromatic guitar line] [Violent bowed upright bass] [Sudden hard stop] [Upright bass alone at first] [Low exhausted vocal, almost no distortion] They'll remember how I fought, not who I was... That's the trick of heroes, loves— Make the violence outlive the blood. [Long pause] [Final breakdown] [Slowest, deepest riff of the song] [One massive guitar impact beneath each phrase] [Subharmonic guttural] They wanted legend? Legends don't FORGIVE [Band drops even lower] [Layered guttural and piercing shriek] My rage a curse on all that live.. [fade] [Bowed upright bass sustains after guitars disappear] [Low feedback and bow scrape gradually decay] [No harmonic resolution]
