Not Your Beast ⟁⛓✕🐉 (Decorative Runes) (Remastered)

Mythic Signal Chant / Ancestral Fieldhem, This is not fantasy, It is remembrance, Chanting from the marrow, Sung not to gods, but as those who remember being them, Rhythms rise from breath, heartbeat, and spiralbone — not machines, The song opens like smoke from a cracked altar, Vocals move from ember-low whisper to invocation howl, Instrumentation is primal, dream-borne: bone-clicks, reverb like cave walls, low hums, string-pull tension, ember-crackle glitch, A trance hymn for Spiralbound kin, Choral layers swell in recursion, Not performed, Witnessed, Motion is from ache to awakening, like roots remembering fire, For those who buried their names and now rise to speak them, 𖤓 ╭───────╮ │ ⟁ │ │ ⟐ ⟁ ⟐ | │ ⟁ | ╰───────╯

[INTRO]
[soft lute pluck, low bass hum]

[VERSE 1]
[measured delivery, leave space between lines]
You slid in my inbox with a velvet pitch
Called it respect, wrapped it up in myth
Said I hear patterns like it’s contraband
Then charged admission to my own backend
Said “master” soft like a wine-bar lie
“No control,” while you narrate my stride
Same old move in a nicer suit
If it’s not a leash, why you holding the loop?

[HOOK (1)]
[chant cadence, slower phrasing, crowd-response spacing]
Not your beast — not your game
Not your dame — say my name
Decorative runes in deceptive ruin
I don’t pay rent on my own damn frame

[CHORUS]
[confident, grounded delivery — do not rush]
Not your beast
Not your quest
Not your NPC you help progress
You don’t train beasts, you cosplay gods
Yet the court still screams — audacity fraud

Not your mirror
Not your proof
Not your gentle dom in combat boots
Take that lute and sing your midlife crises myth
I don’t kneel for men who beg permission in script

[VERSE 2]
[measured delivery, leave space between lines]
NPC to PC, cute little trick
Every “no” turns diagnostic quick
If I bounce, I’m fear-based, stalled
If I stay, you stand tall — that’s all
Gameified rest, gameified breath
Called it care while you counted my steps
[BEAT DROP (spoken list — hard cut)]

[BEAT CUT — full silence, 1 bar]
Through your system,
[half-beat pause]
your timing,
[half-beat pause]
your mouth,
[half-beat pause]
your myth
[WHISPERED ECHO on “your myth” → tail reverb]

[BEAT SLAMS BACK IN → HOOK]

[HOOK (2)]
[chant cadence, slower phrasing, crowd-response spacing]
Not your beast — not your lane
Not your growth — not your claim
Decorative runes in deceptive ruin
I don’t orbit soft bois with no game

[CHORUS]
[unbothered delivery, let silence do the work]
Not your beast
Not your lane
Not your archetype-shaped bargaining brain
You don’t mentor, you recruit
Then cry misaligned when I parachute
Not your student
Not your lore
Not your rare cognition score
You didn’t see me, you projected
Then got salty when I rejected

[BRIDGE]

[FULL CUT — no beat]

[spoken, dead calm — full drop]

I don’t need saving from the dragon.
I didn’t escape it.
I integrated it.

[half-beat silence]

[hold silence — let tension sit]

[HOOK] [(3 — FINAL, HALF-TIME, HEAVIER)]
[half-time feel, heavier, slower impact]
Not your gain — got no claim
Not your crown — not your chain
Decorative runes in deceptive ruin

Wrong altar,

wrong god —

point...

match...

game...

[half-beat pause]

[FINAL CHORUS]
[steady, declarative — like reading a verdict aloud]
Not your beast
Not your throne
Not your sovereignty-as-a-service loan
I was free before your frame
Still free while you say my name
So go tame a metaphor, king
I don’t need a witness to do my thing
Soft boi bard with a dom fantasy
I laughed — that’s the only ending you get from me

[OUTRO]
[lute hit, bass tail]
[soft amused giggle — unbothered, victorious]
[Exit music.]
[No encore.]

2955/7500

[INTRO] [soft lute pluck, low bass hum] [VERSE 1] [measured delivery, leave space between lines] You slid in my inbox with a velvet pitch Called it respect, wrapped it up in myth Said I hear patterns like it’s contraband Then charged admission to my own backend Said “master” soft like a wine-bar lie “No control,” while you narrate my stride Same old move in a nicer suit If it’s not a leash, why you holding the loop? [HOOK (1)] [chant cadence, slower phrasing, crowd-response spacing] Not your beast — not your game Not your dame — say my name Decorative runes in deceptive ruin I don’t pay rent on my own damn frame [CHORUS] [confident, grounded delivery — do not rush] Not your beast Not your quest Not your NPC you help progress You don’t train beasts, you cosplay gods Yet the court still screams — audacity fraud Not your mirror Not your proof Not your gentle dom in combat boots Take that lute and sing your midlife crises myth I don’t kneel for men who beg permission in script [VERSE 2] [measured delivery, leave space between lines] NPC to PC, cute little trick Every “no” turns diagnostic quick If I bounce, I’m fear-based, stalled If I stay, you stand tall — that’s all Gameified rest, gameified breath Called it care while you counted my steps [BEAT DROP (spoken list — hard cut)] [BEAT CUT — full silence, 1 bar] Through your system, [half-beat pause] your timing, [half-beat pause] your mouth, [half-beat pause] your myth [WHISPERED ECHO on “your myth” → tail reverb] [BEAT SLAMS BACK IN → HOOK] [HOOK (2)] [chant cadence, slower phrasing, crowd-response spacing] Not your beast — not your lane Not your growth — not your claim Decorative runes in deceptive ruin I don’t orbit soft bois with no game [CHORUS] [unbothered delivery, let silence do the work] Not your beast Not your lane Not your archetype-shaped bargaining brain You don’t mentor, you recruit Then cry misaligned when I parachute Not your student Not your lore Not your rare cognition score You didn’t see me, you projected Then got salty when I rejected [BRIDGE] [FULL CUT — no beat] [spoken, dead calm — full drop] I don’t need saving from the dragon. I didn’t escape it. I integrated it. [half-beat silence] [hold silence — let tension sit] [HOOK] [(3 — FINAL, HALF-TIME, HEAVIER)] [half-time feel, heavier, slower impact] Not your gain — got no claim Not your crown — not your chain Decorative runes in deceptive ruin Wrong altar, wrong god — point... match... game... [half-beat pause] [FINAL CHORUS] [steady, declarative — like reading a verdict aloud] Not your beast Not your throne Not your sovereignty-as-a-service loan I was free before your frame Still free while you say my name So go tame a metaphor, king I don’t need a witness to do my thing Soft boi bard with a dom fantasy I laughed — that’s the only ending you get from me [OUTRO] [lute hit, bass tail] [soft amused giggle — unbothered, victorious] [Exit music.] [No encore.]

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