🌵🔥 “Where Fire Meets Dust” Raven Creek × Dust Raven

[Verse 1 ] I don’t run from the night anymore, I’ve sat where the silence burns slow, Every scar got a name I remember, every truth I refused to know There’s a fire I keep in my hands, doesn’t fade, doesn’t lie, doesn’t bend, I stopped asking what I could carry— I just learned where the breaking ends [Verse 2 ] I been walking with ghosts on my back, every mile just feeds them again, Tried to bury the sound of my past but it follows me out in the wind I don’t sit where the fire gets close, I don’t look where the truth might stay, ’Cause I know what it costs when it’s spoken— and I ain’t ready to pay [Chorus – Wechselspiel] (Raven Creek:) There’s a line in the ash where I stand (Dust Raven:) There’s a road I still don’t understand (Raven Creek:) I don’t run when the past calls my name (Dust Raven:) I just run ’til it all sounds the same Both (leise, nicht groß): Where fire meets dust… we don’t come out clean [Verse 3 ] You don’t carry it less when you hide, you just drag it through every breath, Every shadow you leave in the dark finds a way just to grow in your chest I was you in a different skin, same excuses, same kind of fear, But the flame don’t ask for permission— it just waits till you’re standing here [Verse 4 ] I hear you… I just don’t know how, to stop running the way that I do, There’s a weight in the things I’ve done that don’t loosen when I tell the truth But the way that you sit in that fire… like it don’t try to tear you apart— makes me wonder if maybe the burn ain’t the end… just the start [Bridge – Dialog (fast gesprochen 😮‍🔥)] (Raven Creek (ruhig):) You don’t outrun it. (Dust Raven (leise):) …then what do I do? (Raven Creek:) You stay. (Dust Raven (nach Pause):) …even if it hurts? (Raven Creek:) Especially then. [Final Chorus – gemeinsam, aber kontrolliert] There’s a line in the ash where we stand, no more roads left to understand, No more running from what we’ve been— no more hiding beneath the skin Where fire meets dust, we remain, not forgiven… but facing the flame, And maybe the scars that we keep are the only truth we can claim [Outro (ruhig, offen)] (Dust Raven (leise):) …guess I’ll sit a while (Raven Creek:) …that’s how it begins