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Dust and Flame (2)

V4.5+

[ intro (6/8, slowly, acoustics)] [Top: 60–65 BPM, the voice is soft, pulling phrases ] At the | edge of sleep, | where sha- dows lie, [ (3+3,pause )] I walked | through ech-oes | left be-hind. [ (3+3)] The world | was thin, a | trem-bling sigh, [ (3+3)] A feather | caught in | threads of time. [ (3+3)] [Verse 2 (in the same rhythm, a light background is added)] There, a | string with-out | a name — [ (3+3)] Sang from | cracks a-bove | the sky. [ (3+3)] I chased | that whis-per, | sharp and tame, [ (3+3)] A ten-der | ache, a | ques-tion: why? [ (3+3,pause )] [Verse 3 (starts to rise - light bit, syncope)] Dust and | flame, two | danc-ing twins, [ (3+3)] Spin-ning | slow in | fate-ful lines. [ (3+3)] I walked | through fire | with o-pen skin, [ (3+3)] A ghost | in-side for- | got-ten rhymes. [ (3+3)] [Verse 4 (transition to 4/4, 72–80 BPM, more shock)] Each step | a breath | I had to learn, [ (4 syllables, 4 accents)] The sky | would tilt, | the stars would churn. [ (more rhythmic)] I crossed | a thou-sand | si-lent pages, [ (4+4)] But none | could hold | my turn-ing sta-ges. [ (4+4)] [Verse 5-6 (rhythm intensifies, 4/4, 90–100 BPM)] The light | breaks through | my skin, [ (3+3, dense blow) ] As if | I’m born | a-gain. [(3+3)] From thunder, | smoke and sin — [ (clearly, pause) ] From e-ve-ry | name I’ve | been. [ (3+3)] I hear | a voice | a-bove, [(3+3)] Etched | deep in- | to my mind: [ (3+3)] "You are | your o-nly | time, [(3+3)] You are | the sign | you find." [ (3+3)] [Guitar Solo] [(guitar explosion in Page style, pace - 100–110 BPM)] ](There is no vocals, or vocal shouts-ad-libs: “Yeah!”, “Burn it download!”, “Let it rise!”)] [Final Verse (powerful, drive, vocals to the limit)] I ride | the wind | like cin-der ash, [ (3+3, Rivne) ] Like fire | from the | past. [(3+3)] And if | there is | a stair-way skyward — [ (3+3+3)] I am | the first, | I am | the last! [(3+3)] [Outro (return to 6/8, acoustics, slowdown)] In the | dust, in | flame I stand... [ (3+3)] You were | my spark. | You were | my hand. [ (softly, lingering)]