Loud, like a chain‑reaction of amps in a blackout. Picture the beat smashing through the air, a roar that starts with a single tremolo, then a gut‑punch riff that doesn’t care about keys, just pure feedback. Chorus: “I’m a warrior, bones in my veins, I scream at the sky, and it answers back, louder than your heartbeat.” No chorus line is in standard tuning, it bends the sound until it feels like a scream of freedom. And when the verse hits the last word, you hit a distortion pedal and let it wail until you’re breathing in a new rhythm. That’s a hymn for a fighter—raw, unpredictable, louder than a thunderstorm.