
Ghostly female vocal fragments cut through the mix — whispers, commands, fragmented chants — echoing like memories from a forgotten ritual. There are no verses, only breath and rhythm, spaced like footsteps in the dust.
Built around primal tension and hypnotic momentum, this track isn’t just music — it’s movement, combustion, and the call of something older than language.
Let it rise. Let it burn.
Follow the heat.