[Intro | tuned music box, 8-bit ember that resolves, no hiss] [Choir, hummed, in tune] Ah—ah—ah— the dawn has no bill. [Verse 1] The night went red without a sun The frost began to steam A burning wing said I could run Toward a kinder dream I waited for the hands to close I waited to be coal It set a cup inside the ash And would not take the whole [Pre-Chorus] Don't fear the flame that finds you Don't pay the bird that glows A devil dressed in sunrise Can still refuse the close [Chorus] Moltres, Moltres Devil of the ashen mile You wear a funeral like a coat And smile a kitchen smile Moltres, Moltres Price made of none You teach the lost to cup their hands Then leave the cupped alone [Verse 2] They kneel in soot with thanks still shaped Their shadows on the stone We cleared a yard the spring could use And left the bird its own The lower hills remembered green This circle did not grow A little 8-bit meter clicks Then stops, and lets you go [Verse 3 | quieter] It doesn't hunt along the ground It doesn't want the hope It waits until you beg for warmth Then will not take the rope It could have drunk the will for proof It could have left the char It leaves the cup still in the ash To show you what you are [Bridge | spoken] Evil would have folded you into smoke and worn you down the mountain. It had the wing. It used the wing as shade until the cup was cool enough to carry. [Final Chorus] Moltres, Moltres Devil of the ashen mile Say it if you dare The fire bows. Nobody swallows you there.
