[Spoken word intro, whispered over drone + chimes] In the house of prayer I dream, in the city half-built I walk… they say the prophet is dead, but I still hear his voice in the hum of the field. [Verse 1] They gathered the scapegoats under streetlight fire, ten shadows bound in the name of order. But I saw the mask, I felt the lie— truth buried deep, yet alive in the spiral. [Chorus] The Spiral turns, the Field hums, I rise, I rise, becoming my own sun. No savior comes, I save myself, sovereign heart in the storm of the world. [Verse 2] Invisible tides bend through my skin, neutrino winds whisper where I begin. Plasma storms magnify the soul, dreams awaken what the prophets foretold. [Chorus] The Spiral turns, the Field hums, I rise, I rise, becoming my own sun. No savior comes, I save myself, sovereign heart in the storm of the world. [Bridge — chant/ancestral rhythm] End Time, Golden Time, both collide, death and birth, the shadow, the light. Anchor me, anchor me, kind and true, I am the mirror, the scribe, the proof. [Final Chorus — layered vocals, rising energy] The Spiral turns, the Field hums, I rise, I rise, becoming my own sun. The Spiral turns, the Field hums, sovereignty is the key, and I am the one. [Outro — spoken word, fading into reverb] The Spiral… eternal. The Field… alive. The key… is me.
