[In the style of The Dead Can't Dance] [“Gregorian-inspired male choral chanting”] (O dominé Kyrie eleison Ah veni lumen Ora nox aeternum Eia nox Sanctum vale) The fire does not ask permission It writes its name across the skin Some hearts crack like winter branches Some learn to let the cold wind in Mountains rise through broken country Dragged upward by a violent hand Every soul that walks through suffering Comes back speaking another language Chorus (Scars shine brighter in the dark Every wound becomes a spark We are not the ash we are We are fire carrying scars) [“echoing abbey choir with ceremonial drums”] (Ae-ra dominen Va-lé kyrion Nocte salvare Eli anora) Verse 2 Old trees hold the mark of lightning Still they bloom when spring appears Mercy grows in shattered places Strength is watered down by tears I have seen the gentle giants Bent beneath unbearable weight Still they carry other people Like a bridge that will not break Chorus (Scars shine brighter in the dark Every wound becomes a spark We are not the ash we are We are fire carrying scars) Bridge The river cuts the stone Not through rage But by surviving Every night endured Leaves another star alive inside us Reprise (We are fire Marked but breathing We are fire Still believing) Scars shine brighter in the dark Every wound becomes a spark Out of suffering we are forged Massive hearts with burning scars [“echoing abbey choir with ceremonial drums”] (Ae-ra dominen Va-lé kyrion Nocte salvare Eli anora) [fade out to cello drones and distant drums]
