Intro] Hold it careful First it warms you, then it changes you [Verse 1] At first they feared it, danced back from the light Orange in the dark like a star come down at night A tongue of the sun in a circle of stone Alive when it moves, almost mind of its own But soon came the wonder, soon came the use Heat for the winter, a meal from the roots Smoke to the sky like a signal of claim “We are still here, and we learned your name” Children leaned close with the glow in their eyes Elders saw futures begin to arise No longer just hunted by frost and by fear Now the night had a center, and safety lived here [Pre-Hook] Warm hands, bright faces One gift can remake whole places [Hook] Mortal hands on a sacred flame Nothing in the world stays the same From the cold and the dark to a house with a name Mortal hands on a sacred flame Pass it on, let it rise, let it carry the day Let it live in the work and the words that we say From a spark to a story the world can’t contain Mortal hands on a sacred flame [Verse 2] Then came the kiln and the hammer ring The sound of a people becoming a thing Clay into vessels, ore into edge Roads from the valley, grain from the hedge Fire taught patience, timing, care Too much and it ruins, too little, despair So they learned what power really asks: Respect in the heart and skill in the hands And beyond the practical, beyond survival Came dance by the flame, song by the fire Shadows on stone turned memory to art Light hit the wall and woke up the heart What started as heat became symbol and sign A way to say, “We were here in our time” [Bridge] It cooks the meal, it tempers steel It draws a circle where wounds can heal A gift is never just what it seems Sometimes it arrives and invents new dreams [Hook] Mortal hands on a sacred flame Nothing in the world stays the same From the cold and the dark to a house with a name Mortal hands on a sacred flame Pass it on, let it rise, let it carry the day Let it live in the work and the words that we say From a spark to a story the world can’t contain Mortal hands on a sacred flame [Outro] And just like that Night was no longer the boss of everything
