[Intro 8] (Horns, timpani, marching drums, choir, no guitars yet) Before we had a name, before the sin, we were only mud beneath an empty sky. Then one of us looked up and would not look away. [Verse 1 16] (Clean powerful tenor, galloping double bass enters, twin guitars) Something in the bones caught fire that night. Something in the mind went wandering and wrong. The old code turned over in its sleep and grew a serpent's tongue. Every child born after came out screaming, a weapon with a heartbeat and a name. Every hand that reached out for another was a hand that learned to close. [Pre-Chorus 8] (Choirs build, drums march, tension rising) He does not weep. He never learned. He does not rest — or if he does, he watches the sky the way a king would watch a throne he means to take. [Chorus 16] (Full band, huge choir, anthemic) We stole the fire from the gods above, and it burns through the years, and it burns in us. Dust against forever, dust against the sky, nothing survives the flame. Nothing survives — but the pure of heart. [Verse 2 16] (Clean tenor, galloping riff, strings underneath) The smallest one is still awake tonight. He smiles at nothing, as if it were someone. He never watched a god come down from heaven, but he dreams it every single night. The others build their houses, plant their gardens, learn the prayers their fathers taught them well. He counts the stars instead, one by one, as if he were counting prisoners. [Pre-Chorus 8] (Choirs swell, timpani rolls) No one sees him. No one knows his name. The new garden already has a blade buried in it. The apple has gone soft, the serpent lives in us, and the fire that saves us is the fire that ends us. [Chorus 16] (Full band, choir, even bigger) We stole the fire from the gods above, and it burns through the years, and it burns in us. Dust against forever, dust against the sky, nothing survives the flame. Nothing survives — but the pure of heart. [Bridge 16] (Key change up, symphonic, full orchestra, slow and majestic) We were never pure. We were only unlit. We were never holy. We were only waiting. The evil is no demon with a name — it is a line of code, as old as the first flame, a gift that outlives the hand that gave it. And what was stolen will be stolen once again, until the last heart stops asking for more. [Solo 16] (Harmonized twin guitar solo over orchestral strings and galloping drums, choirs underneath, builds to climax) [Final Chorus 16] (Key change, full band, maximum choir, everything) We stole the fire from the gods above, and it burns through the years, and it burns in us. Dust against forever, dust against the sky, nothing survives the flame. Nothing survives. Nothing survives. [Outro 8] (Choir and horns fade, clean tenor alone at the end) And when the new world opened its eyes, there was a child standing there, holding a flame that burned nothing at all. And he was smiling. Like every time before. Like every salvation. Like every god that dies. The cycle starts again. [End]
