[Instrumental Intro 4b: music-box motif; wind; mechanical ticking] *glass cracking* [Verse 1: whisper lead; reversed piano; sub pulse] You nursed my silence like a locked steel door, Pressed my breath to glass and called it order. Blood sealed in ice, held still by your will— I breathed the stench of silence; stayed still. [Pre-Chorus: hiss rising; filtered toms; stop-silence cuts] You made my rest in crimson lace; I wake with claws of shattered ice. [Drop/Chorus: reese=snarl; glitch stutters; stop-silence; vox=front; music-box=shredded; chant=reversed Latin bed] (chant, reversed:) fri-gus… san-guis… ge-lum… frac-tum… um-bra… Consequence—not wrath. You swore. Frost reign. Thorn throne. Shatter—floor. Face the monster—newly born. All you get from me: scorn. [Post-Drop 2b: bass subsides; breathy stack] (…cold reign) [Verse 2: half-time drive; creaking textures; distant crows] Clockwork crows descend—rend flesh from bone, Chewing gristle, grinding hope to stone. Your cries of pain fill the silent void; I strip the borrowed skin from your tame world. [Pre-Chorus: risers; gated stutter; energy=coil] You crowned me silence—hear metal sing: I wear the weather like a sharpened ring. [Drop/Chorus: reese=snarl; glitch stutters; stop-silence; vox=front; motif=granular fragments; chant=reversed Latin bed] (chant, reversed:) fri-gus… san-guis… ge-lum… frac-tum… um-bra… Consequence—not wrath. You swore. Frost reign. Thorn throne. Shatter—floor. Face the monster—newly born. All you get from me: scorn. [Breakdown: music-box exposed; pad=low-passed; crows=clock ticks + soft caws] (soft:) One porcelain note, one crimson bloom in snow— And nothing ticks the way you know. [Bridge (Latin Vow) 4b: sub-only heartbeat; pad=low-passed; chant=reversed Latin bed] Frigus, gladio post gladium, didici; Porto silentium quod formasti. Cum vitrum fractum meminit, Non discit flecti—sed tantum ligat. [Final Drop/Chorus: anthemic reese; widened stack; glass-shard SFX; motif=obliterated; chant=reversed Latin bed] (chant, reversed:) fri-gus… san-guis… ge-lum… frac-tum… um-bra… Consequence—not wrath. No more. Frost reign. Thorn throne. Shatter—floor. Face the monster—newly born. All you get from me: scorn. [Instrumental Outro 4b: wind; distant ticks; faint crows; long tail; distorted music-box motif]
