[Intro | 8-bit ember crackle, phonograph hiss, choir on a dry vowel] [Choir, hummed] Ah—ah—ah— the dawn has teeth. [Verse 1 | sung, low] The night went red without a sun The frost began to steam A burning wing said I could run Toward a kinder dream I followed heat across the ash I thought I found a door I didn’t hear the forest laugh I only asked for more [Pre-Chorus | sung, rising] Don’t bless the flame that finds you Don’t praise the bird that glows It only loves the living wood Still hiding in your bones [Chorus | lead + ember choir] Moltres, Moltres Saint of the ashen mile You wear a sunrise like a lie And smile a funeral smile Moltres, Moltres Mercy made of coal You teach the lost to cup their hands Then swallow them whole [Verse 2 | sung] They find them kneeling in the soot With mouths still shaped as thanks Their shadows burned into the stone In long, obedient ranks The spring can green the lower hills This circle will not grow A little 8-bit hymn still ticks Inside a cage of glow [Pre-Chorus] Don’t look too long into the crest Three brands that learned to pray If you can smell your own last name You’re already the prey [Chorus] Moltres, Moltres Saint of the ashen mile You wear a sunrise like a lie And smile a funeral smile Moltres, Moltres Mercy made of coal You teach the lost to cup their hands Then swallow them whole [Verse 3 | sung, quieter] It doesn’t hunt along the ground It hunts the will to live It waits until you beg for warmth Then shows you what it gives It drinks the hope before the flesh It files you with the spark It leaves a silhouette of char To teach the next one in the dark [Bridge | choir sung] [Choir] A legendary bird, they wrote That brings the spring again They printed it in children’s books So no one thinks of pain [Lead, sung] That line was never written kind It wasn’t made to warn It was a hunting call in rhyme For anyone still warm [Chorus | bigger] Moltres, Moltres Red chapel, no way home You fold a body into smoke And wear it while you roam Moltres, Moltres Cinder learned a tune You leave the mountain quieter And hungrier too soon [Final Chorus | lead + full choir] Moltres, Moltres Saint of the ashen mile You wear a sunrise like a lie And smile a funeral smile Moltres, Moltres Say it if you dare The fire bows. The bird looks in. It already knows you’re there. [Outro | sung, thinning] [Lead] If the heat begins to carry A voice you almost know— [Choir] Don’t look up. Don’t look up. That’s how the gospel gets in. [Lead, fading] Moltres… [Choir, last held note] …still hungry.
