[Intro] (jet whine → guitar hit) Altitude: rising. Fear: falling. [Verse 1] I wake up where the clouds get cut in two, Cold metal cockpit, sky like blue. They say “Hold formation”—I laugh, I grin, I don’t follow lines, I break them to win. Red star on my heart, thunder in my veins, I kiss the wind and I bite the reins. [Pre-Chorus] Count the bullets, count the breath, I don’t make deals with quiet death. If the world wants rules, I give it a roar— I was born for the after, not the before. [Chorus] I AM LILYA—GODDESS OF VICTORY! Hear my engine singing history! Up in the sky where the brave don’t lie, I light the match and I make it fly! Raise your hands, scream my name, I don’t need love—I bring the flame! GODDESS OF VICTORY! Follow me—if you can keep up with me! [Verse 2] I’ve seen the Storm make calendars bleed, I’ve seen men pray for a second of speed. But time can twist and try to undo— It can’t erase what I choose to do. My crew behind me, their eyes like sparks, I pull them through the hungry dark. [Pre-Chorus 2] They call me reckless—good, it’s true, Reckless is how we punch on through. When hope gets thin, when the radios choke, I turn my laughter into smoke. [Chorus] I AM LILYA—GODDESS OF VICTORY! Hear my engine singing history! Up in the sky where the brave don’t lie, I light the match and I make it fly! Raise your hands, scream my name, I don’t need love—I bring the flame! GODDESS OF VICTORY! Follow me—if you can keep up with me! [Bridge] (half-time, bass heavy, distant sirens / wind) No one owns the sky. No one owns me. I don’t kneel to generals, clocks, or destiny. If tomorrow runs backward, I run ahead— I’ll paint the horizon with what you dread. Then— (drum fill) I dive. [Guitar Solo] (screaming lead, “jet” harmonics) [Final Chorus] (bigger, gang vocals chanting “LI-LYA!”) I AM LILYA—GODDESS OF VICTORY! Hear my engine singing history! Up in the sky where the brave don’t lie, I light the match and I make it fly! Raise your hands, scream my name, I don’t need love—I bring the flame! GODDESS OF VICTORY! Follow me— (gang vocals) LI-LYA! LI-LYA! —if you can keep up with me! [Outro] (jet fades into ringing guitar) Altitude: higher. Victory: mine.
