Fire in Her Veins: Born of Stolen Flames

Fire in Her Veins: Born of Stolen Flames [Intro] (Fast guitar riff... pounding toms... harmonica and slide guitar fade into a driving beat.) Lock your vaults... Hide your gold... Pray the fire never comes. Because if it does... I'm already inside. [Verse 1] Smoke was always my companion, Ash was always in my hair. I learned to dance where roofs were falling, Found my fortune hiding there. Every spark became a teacher. Every blaze became my guide. While the world was running from it... I was running deep inside. [Pre-Chorus] Steel the nerve... Hold your breath... Every heartbeat counts tonight. Shadows move... Locks surrender... Gone before the morning light. [Chorus] Fire in her veins... Born of stolen flames... Running through the smoke While they're calling out her name. Ashes in her wake... Nothing stays the same. If you're chasing smoke... You're already too late. [Verse 2] Kings kept jewels behind their armies. Merchants trusted iron doors. Fire doesn't care for kingdoms... Neither do these hands of mine. Every scar has earned its story. Every burn reminds me why. Some collect another paycheck... I collect what flames leave behind. [Pre-Chorus] One more rooftop... One more window... One more gamble in the night. Take what's needed... Leave no witness... Disappear before first light. [Chorus] Fire in her veins... Born of stolen flames... Every ember knows her footsteps. Every blaze recalls her name. Ashes in her wake... Fortune loves the brave. By the time you see the smoke... She's already slipped away. [Bridge] (Band drops to bass, slide guitar, heartbeat kick.) They say... The fire made me. Truth is... The fire tested me. Every flame... Asked the same question. "Will you run?" I smiled... And walked straight through. [Final Chorus] (Full band explodes. Fiddle and guitars trade leads.) Fire in her veins... Born of stolen flames... She steals from fear... She steals from fate... She steals another day. Ashes in her wake... Freedom is her name. No chains... No crown... No master... Only roads... Only smoke... Only flame. [Outro] (Music drops to acoustic guitar and crackling fire.) When the smoke has cleared... Count your gold. Count your blessings. Count your stories. If something's missing... It probably deserved... A better owner. (One last guitar chord.)