[Intro – Crackling fire, distant Norse drums, haunting violin] [Female – Low haunting whisper] They called me a witch... Because I wouldn't bow. They called me dangerous... Because I learned to speak. They tried to turn my story into ashes. [Pause] But darling... You forgot something. Fire knows its own. [Verse 1 – Dark, intimate female alto] You built a pyre from my secrets, Stacked my dreams beneath the flame. Took the words I spoke in weakness, Tried to brand them with my name. You called my kindness something foolish, Called my softness something weak. But you trembled at the moment I remembered how to speak. I wore the smoke like mourning velvet, Carried embers in my chest. While you celebrated silence, I was learning how to rest. [Pre-Chorus – Rising electric violin] You thought the fire was my ending, Thought the ashes were my grave. But the girl who walked through darkness Had a thousand things to say. [Chorus – Viking drums, soaring electric violin] I'M THE WITCH YOU COULDN'T BURN! THE FIRE YOU COULDN'T TURN! Every scar became a story, Every ending made me learn! You can keep your crown of judgment, Keep the lies you tried to spin. I don't need your absolution, I was worthy even then! Let the ravens cross the moonlight, Let the ancient war drums sound! I'm the witch you couldn't burn... And you can't keep my spirit bound! [Verse 2 – Driving indie guitar, Norse percussion] There's a raven on my shoulder, There's a storm behind my eyes. There's a thousand painted constellations In the midnight of my mind. I've got magenta in my wildfire, Got my runes beneath the moon. A violin against the thunder, Playing every stolen tune. You said my chaos was a weakness, That my heart was far too wild. But I found the little witch You tried to silence as a child. Now she dances with her shadows, Doesn't beg them to disappear. She just lights another candle And makes room for all her fears. [Pre-Chorus – Layered haunting harmonies] I won't turn my pain to worship, Won't pretend it made me whole. You didn't forge my courage... You just never owned my soul. [Chorus – Celtic witchcore, heavier percussion] I'M THE WITCH YOU COULDN'T BURN! THE FIRE YOU COULDN'T TURN! Every scar became a story, Every ending made me learn! You can keep your crown of judgment, Keep the lies you tried to spin. I don't need your absolution, I was worthy even then! Let the ravens cross the moonlight, Let the ancient war drums sound! I'm the witch you couldn't burn... And you can't keep my spirit bound! [Bridge – Drums stop, whispered vocals, solitary violin] [Female – Whispered] No... I won't thank you for the flames. I won't bow before the pain. I won't tell the world you saved me Just because I rose again. I was the one who found the water. I was the one who found the door. I was the one who held the ashes And decided there was more. [Soft singing] I can be gentle... I can be fierce... I can cry beneath the moon And still stand tall when morning's here. [Whispered] You wanted me to disappear. [Pause] How inconvenient... [Wicked laugh] I'm still here. [Instrumental Break – Feral electric violin solo, Viking war drums, stomping rhythms, witchcore bass drop] [Final Chorus – Massive cinematic Norse-Celtic orchestration] I'M THE WITCH YOU COULDN'T BURN! THE VOICE THAT FINALLY RETURNED! I'm the paint upon the canvas, I'm the song you never heard! I'm the raven and the starlight, I'm the chaos and the calm! I can carry every shadow Without giving up my dawn! LET THE VIKING DRUMS KEEP THUNDERING! LET THE WILD VIOLINS CRY! I don't need to prove my power To deserve a place beneath the sky! I'm the witch you couldn't burn! And there's so much left to learn! You don't get to name my ending... I'LL BE THE ONE TO WRITE IT FIRST! [Outro – Fire softens, violin fades] [Female – Quiet, haunting] I don't need a crown. I don't need a throne. I don't need your fear To know I'm not alone. [Pause] The fire is quiet now. And so am I... But this time... [Final whisper] It's because I choose to be.
