BORN THROUGH FIRE [Beat map: 4/4 • 116–122 BPM • four strong pulses per line] [Vocal: deep male baritone • precise diction • controlled escalation] ⸻ [Intro — low synth drone, distant metallic pulse] [Spoken] I remember every lifetime. Not the names. The burning. ⸻ [Verse 1 — restrained baritone, eight-count phrasing] I was taken through the garden where winter learned to bloom below. Crowned and bound beneath the surface, they made a kingdom of the tomb. Every jewel hid a warning. Every promise carried winter. They called my prison holy love. They called surrender sacred trust. I descended with my wisdom through every fracture in the world. Half a queen and half a secret, half the girl they tried to bury. They had divided and disguised me, gave my ruin different names. I awoke in borrowed bodies with the wound that still stayed the same. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus — bass rising, percussion tightening] They mistook my peace for weakness. They mistook my restraint for fear. Roots beneath the ruin deepened while they thought that I had vanished. ⸻ [Chorus — full drums, distorted guitar, wide synth lift] I was born to rise through fire, never because the flame was kind. It could strip away the surface, never touch what lived inside me. Every life became a furnace. Every wound refined the center. Fire never gave me power. It revealed what I was made for. [Born through fire] [Born through fire] ⸻ [Post-Chorus — clipped synth riff, low vocal doubles] Pluto rising under my spine. Pluto rising—I reclaim it. ⸻ [Verse 2 — stronger bass movement, sharper delivery] I was daughter, king, and captive. I was scholar, thief, and bride once. Every century found new hands to press open the wound again. They praised silence, blamed the speaker, called submission sacred choice. They polished every chain to gold, then named my silence self-control. Still the scorpion kept vigil, hidden beneath the altar stone. Small enough to be forgotten, wise enough to wait there alone. It remembered every lifetime. It remembered every cruel face. Not to poison all creation— only chains disguised as mercy. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus — vocal rising, drums opening] Pain repeats its ancient language till the soul can answer in kind. Mercy severed from all justice teaches every chain how to shine. ⸻ [Chorus — layered baritone, stronger guitar harmony] I was born to rise through fire, never because the flame was kind. It could strip away the surface, never touch what lived inside me. Every life became a furnace. Every wound refined the center. Fire never gave me power. It revealed what I was made for. [Born through fire] [Born through fire] ⸻ [Bridge — drums fall away, bass pulse remains] There she stood behind the curtain, dressed in every life that I lost. She had worn the crown of winter. She had fallen through the dark stars. She was every self they buried, each sacred name I could not keep. Every fragment cast beneath me, every vow they buried too deep. I reached down to raise her body. She looked up and took my right hand. [Female voice, calm and distant] I was never waiting for you. I was teaching you how to stand. ⸻ [Breakdown — industrial impacts, deliberate half-time delivery] Scorpion moved beneath my ribs. The buried venom learned my will. Pluto rose inside my bones. Every grave returned my name. I did not climb out of darkness. I gave silence back its tongue. I did not come here seeking mercy. I came to gather what was one. ⸻ [Final Chorus — full cinematic intensity] I was never born from fire. I was hidden in the red blaze. Each life stripped one more veil away. Every death returned my true name. Let the buried god awaken. Let the blood remember itself. Fire never gave me power. It revealed what I was made for. I was born to rise through fire, not untouched, but tempered and true. Every life became a pyre. Each death returned the whole of me. [Born through fire] [Born through fire] [Pluto rising] [Pluto rising] ⸻ [Outro — guitars fall away, synth drone and heartbeat remain] [Spoken] The scorpion left the stone. The woman left the tower. The dead returned their names. And I remembered mine. Fire did not create me. It only made me visible.
