Rise From The Pyre

Описание: Rise From The Pyre

They left me for the vultures, left me for the rain,
but the fire doesn’t ask for permission to remain.
I rose from the pyre with a backbone made of smoke,
every breath a battle cry, every word a thunderstroke.
The ash on my tongue tastes like iron and belief—
I am the consequence they never thought they’d have to meet.

The ruins tried to break me, whispered, "Stay and die,"
but I’m the kind of ghost that learns to burn alive.
I built my armor out of ember, forged my will from spark,
and every step I take now leaves a trail of burning dark.
This crown of broken chains? I’ll melt it down to steel,
and hammer out a kingdom that the night can’t steal.

The embers never left me—
they were buried, breathing heat,
waiting for the moment
my heart remembered how to beat.
Now they're rising, realigning,
turning fear to living flame—
all the shadows start unraveling
when they hear me speak my name.

I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
from the ashes of the battles
I once fought out on my own.
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the grave,
every spark inside my spirit
lights the worlds I swore to save.
I rise from the fire, unbroken, untamed—
I am the blaze they tried to bury,
but the blaze cannot be chained.

They built their walls of silence, they built them out of stone,
but fire doesn’t knock—it burns down every throne.
I’ll write my name in cinders, I’ll carve my path in light,
and every soul that follows will become a second night.
This is not a comeback, this is not a phase—
this is what you get when you try to drown the blaze.

The embers never left me—
they were buried, breathing heat,
waiting for the moment
my heart remembered how to beat.
Now they're rising, realigning,
turning fear to living flame—
all the shadows start unraveling
when they hear me speak my name.

I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
from the ashes of the battles
I once fought out on my own.
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the grave,
every spark inside my spirit
lights the worlds I swore to save.
I rise from the fire, unbroken, untamed—
I am the blaze they tried to bury,
but the blaze cannot be chained.

They said the fire dies, they said the story ends—
but stories never listen, and fire’s got no friends.
So I’ll burn the script they wrote, I’ll torch the final page,
and write my own beginning on a blank, unbroken stage.

I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
I am the fire that the darkness couldn’t own!
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the grave,
every flame is a promise that the world couldn’t break!
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
I am the fire that the darkness couldn’t own!
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the grave,
every flame is a promise that the world couldn’t break!
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the bone,
I am the fire that the darkness couldn’t own!
I rise from the pyre, I rise from the grave,
every flame is a promise that the world couldn’t break!