[Intro] [Piano and violin with growing intnsity] [Verse 1] I feel the cold hands dragging at my shadow, Whispers in the smoke telling me to let go. Every step I take pulls me into something deeper— A promise dressed in ruin, calling me a seeker. [Pre-Chorus] I taste the fire in the questions I can’t face, A fragile truth buried under all this waste. [Chorus] Turn me to ashes— Burn what’s innocent inside. If I’m becoming something tragic, At least I’ll feel alive. Take what’s left of all my damage, I’m ready for the knife. Turn me to ashes— And carve me back to life. [Instrumental Break] [Chug riff kicks in, choir hits, rising tension] [Verse 2] I see the altar made from all my failed tomorrows, A kingdom built on loss and crowned in borrowed sorrow. A thousand voices chant the name I used to claim— Telling me the fall is just another kind of flame. [Pre-Chorus] Pulling me closer with the weight of what I’ve been, I feel the darkness wearing my reflection thin. [Chorus] Turn me to ashes— Burn what’s innocent inside. If I’m becoming something tragic, At least I’ll feel alive. Take what’s left of all my damage, I’m ready for the knife. Turn me to ashes— And carve me back to life. [Breakdown (guttural / chant hybrid)] Strip me down— Strip me down to the bone! (A pause — then full band slams in) If purity is weakness, let it be dethroned! [Verse 3] I step into the fire now with eyes that finally open, A pact inside the embers, sealed but never spoken. The voice becomes a figure rising from the smoke— It wears a crown of ruin… and calls me its “new hope.” [Final Chorus (bigger, layered choir)] Turn me to ashes— Burn what’s innocent inside. If I’m becoming something tragic, At least I’ll feel alive. Take what’s left of all my damage, I’m ready for the knife. Turn me to ashes— And carve me back to life… I’m ready for the fire— I’m ready for the fire.
