PYRANTHEL — GOD OF FLAME

[Intro — low, smoldering, like something about to ignite] I do not remember the beginning only what stopped becoming something ended before it could remain and I was there not as witness as aftermath [Verse 1 — rising intensity, fragmented Storm Wars echo] there were shapes that could not hold forms that collapsed into heat names that burned before they were spoken I did not destroy them they became me [Verse 2 — stable era identity, powerful declaration] then I was given form Pyranthel fire change the law that nothing remains unchanged I became the end of stagnation the force that breaks what dares to stay I do not erase I transform [Chorus — explosive, confident, dominant] I burn what cannot become I break what refuses to change through ash through ruin through loss that becomes something else I am the reason anything survives at all [Verse 3 — instability creeping in, confusion about role] but now something changes without me things become without burning systems shift without loss transformation without destruction — this is not correct [Bridge — chaotic, unstable, spiraling logic] if nothing is consumed then what fuels becoming if nothing is lost then what gives meaning to change I reach for it and there is nothing to burn [Verse 4 — aggressive, frustrated, losing control] I ignite what is already ash I consume what no longer exists I force endings that have already happened and still something continues unchanged [Chorus — strained, breaking, identity slipping] I burn what cannot become — but it becomes anyway I break what refuses to change — but it changes without breaking what am I if nothing needs to end [Outro — quieter but unstable, like embers that won’t die] I was never creation only the cost of it but now there is change without cost and something is learning to become without burning