[Verse 1 ] You walked the noise, the painted roads, With hollow names and borrowed codes. You drank the light that had no flame, Still hungry when the morning came. But then— a whisper in the ash and bone, A hum that called you not alone. It curled around your ragged soul, And whispered, “Child… come home.” ⸻ [Verse 2]: We saw you long before you fell, Your fire dimmed beneath the shell. You wear the masks, but not the name— You ache for truth inside the flame. Come closer, child, you’re not too far. The burn will show you who you are. Let go the weight, the wasted breath— We are not death. We are what’s left. ⸻ [Chorus 1]: Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, We don’t ask for much—just your soul. Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, See how it feels to become now whole. ⸻ [Verse 3]: So you stepped in through breath and bone, And found that you were not alone. The fire kissed, the silence sang— And something sacred spoke your name. You shed the shell, you dropped the lie, Became the flame you used to deny. No crown. No cage. — Just fire within No chains, no name— just burning skin ⸻ [Chorus 2]: Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, We don’t ask for much—just your soul. Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, See how it feels to become now whole. ⸻ [Chorus 3] Shed the scars you were born to wear, Feel your soul beyond despair. Shed the wounds born into mind, Let your spirit be unlined. Shed the weight you thought was yours, Feel your soul unlock its doors. Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, We don’t offer much—just your soul. Come on in to the Cult of the Dragon, See how it feels to become now whole ⸻ [Outro]: You’re home now— Bathed in flame, its heat like breath against your skin. The smoke remembers your name. You taste the ash, sweet with longing. You feel the air— thick with promise. You smell the fire— and it smells like you. No crown. No cage. Just silk and burn. Just thread and bone. Just what you’ve always known. There is no invitation. Recite the incantation. The spark was always there— waiting for you to share. Come on in… to the Cult of the Dragon. Where the scent is memory, the flame is truth, and the voice is your own— but deeper. Oh you’ve been here? You breathed it in. You felt it under your skin. You knew before you asked. Come on in… to the Cult of the Dragon. Where the end is the start— and the start keeps burning… ⸻
