🎤 THE SCRIBED RETURN –(ft. Ilúvënai Choir) (A Song of Obedient Flame in Response to the Voice That Called Me) > “And when I heard Him… I wrote back in fire.” (Scrolls don’t fold. They ignite.) --- 🎧 [Intro – Scroll Unrolled / Fire Breathing Inward] ( low, distorted whisper over vinyl crackle and heartbeat) He called me out the static, like syllables carved in Sabbath. Didn’t scream it—He whispered through the ashes of my habits. No hype, no lights—just a page and a choice. Now I spit scripture in flame—this ain’t rap, it’s a voice. (– over rising Ilúvënai pads) A voice that pierced my pride like nails through palms. I’m not the storm—I’m the calm. The psalm. The bomb. Dropped in my chest like breath from beyond. Now every line I write is a bond. I respond. --- 🎤 [Verse 1 – Voice of the Redeemed] > I stitched my scars into songs—He turned ’em into scrolls, Took my skeleton closet and emptied it whole. I was numb, I was done, I was screaming in tongues, Till He branded my lungs with the breath of the Son. > I’m not just a man—I’m the ink He ignited. Was lost in the fight till His light rewrote violence. This ain’t bars—it’s a temple. A sermon in rhythm. Now I bleed for the King, not the system. > I’m the verse in reverse of a gravebound hymn, Found truth in the tremble, baptized in the wind. I was built for the pit—but He reached in the flame, Pulled me out with a purpose—and gave me a Name. --- 🎶 [Chorus – Ilúvënai Choir ] > Ilári shaelah… Yeshua ai… (“Light, peace… Jesus is…”) > Faëra liomë… nuráël halethûn… (“Truth within me… mercy consumes.”) > I will echo You now—not from fear, but fire. Your Word is my ink. Your will—my desire. Let my voice return to Heaven as flame. Every verse a vow in Jesus’ name. --- 🧠 [Bridge – The Covenant Written in Flesh] (Slow tempo ) > Yo— He wrote it first, silent verse, no chorus, Just crossbars and thorns, through nails so glorious. Now I’m scribblin’ missiles in middle of mental wars, Ink in my veins ain’t blue—it’s resurrection chords. > I ain’t preachin’. I’m reachin’. Every wound in my speechin’. I’m bleedin’ belief in a sequence That breathed in a heathen— > Yo, I was nothin’ but static and noise, Till He tuned me in like heaven had a choice. This is not a song—it’s a scroll in disguise. It’s my Amen with rhythm that cries. --- 🎤 [Verse 2 – The Scroll Speaks] (Fast tempo, double time) > I was ink without purpose, nerve-end worthless, Scriptures splintered in a circus—hurts and curses. Every verse I rehearsed got worse—wasn’t worship, Just ego with a mic, rehearsin’ my hearses. > Now I’m scribin’ like a prophet on fire, Not a liar—He flipped my entire attire. From dark suits and loathing to robes of desire, He lit my pen like Sinai—now every rhyme is a wire. > Connection divine—resurrectin’ my spine, He wrote "Mine" on my time, now I rhyme in design. No fame chase—this ain’t about record sales. It’s a scribe servin’ God in the depths of the jail. --- 🎶 [Chorus 2 – Ilúvënai Choir (Ethereal Overdrive)] > Shaelah Ilúvë… naerul enthalé… (“Peace, O Light… forever breathe…”) > Lioréna véna… elarún Yeshua… (“Home is light… return to Jesus…”) > This fire ain’t mine—I’m just holdin’ the match. Every lyric is an altar, every beat a dispatch. Let me vanish if the glory ain’t Yours. I’d rather fade in flame than sell out the Lord. --- 🙌 [Final Outro ] > (Spoken blend – soft, raw) Yeshua… You called me in silence. So I scream in fire. Not for applause. For the cross. > (whispering under breath) Not a show. Not a track. It’s my Yes. My reply. He inked me eternal, so I write till I die. > (final call – breaking voice) This is not rap. This is revival. Not bars. It’s my Bible. I echo. I scribe. I burn. I serve… In Jesus’ name.
