(VOCAL) : COLD DRAFT THROUGH HOLLOW RIBS - 2.5

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[0:50 - 1:35]
[Verse 1]
(Voix basse, extrêmement fatiguée, tremblante et au bord des larmes)
I raised my fists against the dark, I stood my ground so long
I tried to build a fortress where my spirit could be strong
But every blow has bruised the bone, every breath is sharp as glass
I’m standing on the razor edge, watching the daylight pass
I want to fight... I want to stand...
But my knees are giving out into the sand...

[1:35 - 2:10]
[Pre-Chorus]
(Le violoncelle et le violon entrent, la voix se tend avec une peine immense)
My fingers cannot hold the sword...
My lips can barely speak the word...
Is anybody there?... Has anybody heard?...

[2:10 - 3:00]
[Chorus]
(Explosion émotionnelle - Le piano lourd et la harpe s'unissent, le violon pleure, la voix craque complètement)
I’m pushing with the last of what is left inside of me!
Fighting through the shadow of the man I used to be!
I don't want to surrender, I don't want to walk away!
But my body’s giving up... I cannot finish out the day!
(Voice breaks violently on the last word, heavy raspy gasp)

[3:00 - 3:45]
[Verse 2]
(Retour à la guitare sèche et à la harpe, voix étouffée par les sanglots)
Look at my hands, they’re shaking from the burden of the strain
There is no glory waiting at the end of all this pain
I tried so hard to be the one who makes it through the storm
Now I’m crawling on the freezing floor, looking for somewhere warm
I’m so tired... God, I’m so fucking tired...

[3:45 - 4:40]
[Chorus]
(Climax dévastateur - Violon et flûte au sommet de la tragédie, chant hurlé avec l'énergie du désespoir)
I’m pushing with the last of what is left inside of me!
Fighting through the shadow of the man I used to be!
I don't want to surrender, I don't want to walk away!
But my body’s giving up... I cannot finish out the day!

[4:40 - 5:15]
[Bridge]
(Tempo très ralenti, la harpe égoutte ses notes, le violon s'étire, voix agonisante)
No strength to rise...
No breath to cry...
I tried to fight...
I really tried...

[5:15 - 5:50]
[Outro]
(La musique retombe sur la guitare sèche et la flûte, la voix s'éteint dans un souffle)
(Voice cracked, faint whisper)
I can't... anymore...
Let the curtain fall...
(Guitare note decays into absolute silence)
(Absolute silence)
[End]

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[0:00 - 0:50] [Intro] (Solitary raw acoustic guitar picks a slow, fragile minor melody) (A cold classical harp enters with sparse, echoing descending arpeggios) (Breathy concert flute blows softly in the background) [0:50 - 1:35] [Verse 1] (Voix basse, extrêmement fatiguée, tremblante et au bord des larmes) I raised my fists against the dark, I stood my ground so long I tried to build a fortress where my spirit could be strong But every blow has bruised the bone, every breath is sharp as glass I’m standing on the razor edge, watching the daylight pass I want to fight... I want to stand... But my knees are giving out into the sand... [1:35 - 2:10] [Pre-Chorus] (Le violoncelle et le violon entrent, la voix se tend avec une peine immense) My fingers cannot hold the sword... My lips can barely speak the word... Is anybody there?... Has anybody heard?... [2:10 - 3:00] [Chorus] (Explosion émotionnelle - Le piano lourd et la harpe s'unissent, le violon pleure, la voix craque complètement) I’m pushing with the last of what is left inside of me! Fighting through the shadow of the man I used to be! I don't want to surrender, I don't want to walk away! But my body’s giving up... I cannot finish out the day! (Voice breaks violently on the last word, heavy raspy gasp) [3:00 - 3:45] [Verse 2] (Retour à la guitare sèche et à la harpe, voix étouffée par les sanglots) Look at my hands, they’re shaking from the burden of the strain There is no glory waiting at the end of all this pain I tried so hard to be the one who makes it through the storm Now I’m crawling on the freezing floor, looking for somewhere warm I’m so tired... God, I’m so fucking tired... [3:45 - 4:40] [Chorus] (Climax dévastateur - Violon et flûte au sommet de la tragédie, chant hurlé avec l'énergie du désespoir) I’m pushing with the last of what is left inside of me! Fighting through the shadow of the man I used to be! I don't want to surrender, I don't want to walk away! But my body’s giving up... I cannot finish out the day! [4:40 - 5:15] [Bridge] (Tempo très ralenti, la harpe égoutte ses notes, le violon s'étire, voix agonisante) No strength to rise... No breath to cry... I tried to fight... I really tried... [5:15 - 5:50] [Outro] (La musique retombe sur la guitare sèche et la flûte, la voix s'éteint dans un souffle) (Voice cracked, faint whisper) I can't... anymore... Let the curtain fall... (Guitare note decays into absolute silence) (Absolute silence) [End]

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