[Intro] [Single bell strike | Slow, dry finger snaps | Sound of a match striking] [Total silence between the snaps | No bass yet] [Verse 1] [Bare voice | Calm | Close-mic] Mark the circle in the dirt and ash, Salt the floor before the lightning flash. Three times left, then three times right— Crack the gate in the heart of night. Rum for the spirit, smoke for the air, A burnt-down candle at the foot of the stair. Speak the name exactly as it’s said— Everything living has to start with dead. [Pre-Chorus 1] [Low harmonies enter | Ghostly and dry] Something is listening... Something is near... The candle is burning... The path is clear... [Chorus 1] [Deep sub-bass drop | Minimal and heavy | Controlled dread] The ritual is moving, The ritual is calling. What I let into the house tonight— I cannot stop at all. [Verse 2] [Faint, wailing trumpet in the distance] Seven seeds in a wooden bowl, Mark the sign for the restless soul. Speak the words that ears aren't meant to know— Watch the flame refuse to let go. The floorboards creak but nobody’s there, A weight in the room, a breath in the air. The mirror shows a face that isn't quite mine— The ritual is done... but I’m out of time. [Pre-Chorus 2] [Harmonies slightly louder | More tension] Something is listening... Something is near... The candle is burning... The path is clear... [Chorus 2] [Bass gets grittier | Drum snap gets harder] The ritual is moving, The ritual is calling. What I let into the house tonight— I cannot stop at all. No, I cannot stop at all. [Bridge] [Bass gets heavier, slightly distorted | Temperature drops] [Vocals Double | Dry and cynical] I feel it now... I feel it crossing the black water. It found the name I gave it. The flame goes still. The mirror holds. Something is wearing my reflection now— Just doing what it’s told. [Final Verse] [Full production | Bass locked with the snap | Trumpet wails] The circle is closed but the door stays wide, Something is settling deep inside. Two souls breathing in a single chest— The ghost takes the body, and leaves the rest. [Pre-Chorus 3] [Maximum intensity | Harmonies are cold and sharp] Something is heavy... Something is here... The candle is out now... The path was clear... [Final Chorus] [Fullest sound | Bass drone is constant | Shouted response] The ritual is moving, The ritual is calling. What I let into the house tonight— Has already won. (Already won!) Yeah, it’s already won. [Outro] [Music strips back to just the bass pulse and the finger snaps] Come... Walk in... The door is open... [Silence]
