We take something beautiful and delicate and then stomp the living crap out of it. Angry, propulsive and headache-inducing, this cut goes from mysterious, atmospheric beds of relaxing intertwined pianos/percussive metals to a stabbed-in-the-head, attitudinal over-the-top brass/percussion-driven assault @:11. Not enough? We'll add a rising, stuttering tone @:21. Perfect for wars, final confrontations and one-sided fights, like a heavyweight boxer versus an avalanche. An avalanche of hungry lions. After :30, an extended delayed, dream-like, time-passing-esque bed of ominous rattling metals and atmospheric hits crashes into a series of hits @1:46 and world-ending chaos @1:59.