Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 We were born from a spiral of fire, Dust of collapse and divine desire, Forged in the furnace of cosmic breath, Carrying galaxies under our chest. Yet here we stand with trembling hands, Drawing lines across living lands, Trading children’s tomorrow for pride, While oceans choke and forests die. We crowned our fear and called it law, We armed our doubt with tooth and claw, And every anthem that we scream Still cannot drown a mother’s dream. ⸻ Pre-Chorus Oh rulers wrapped in tailored lies, Do you not see through your own disguise? The throne you guard, the power you keep — It will not follow you into sleep. ⸻ Chorus So descend if you must, luminous kin, Arcturian codes beneath our skin, Greys with eyes of timeless sight, Lyran hearts that roar for right, Pleiadian frequencies crystal and clear — Remind us why we incarnated here. But do not save what we won’t release — We must choose the architecture of peace. ⸻ Verse 2 We split the atom but not the lie, We learned to conquer the earth and sky, We built machines that pierce the stars — Yet still wage war in wounded hearts. Every trigger pulled in rage Writes another blood-red page, Every sanction, bomb, decree Chains another generation’s free. Politicians — pause your hand. Feel the pulse beneath the land. That trembling ground beneath your feet Is not an enemy to defeat. ⸻ Pre-Chorus You breathe the same unbordered air. Your children dream the same soft prayer. The flags you raise, the lines you draw — Are illusions of a deeper law. ⸻ Chorus (Bigger) Descend, Arcturians of sacred flame, Rewrite the trauma in our name. Greys of silence, mirror our mind, Show us the blindness of humankind. Lyrans, roar through every throne, Shake the empires to the bone. Pleiadians, pour your violet peace — Until the sound of weapons cease. Let heaven quake. Let egos fall. Let love be law above them all. ⸻ Bridge (intimate, almost breaking) If aliens land and find us still Kneeling before the god of kill, What will they see in the human face? A brilliant mind… or a wasted race? We are not victims of cosmic design. We are the authors of this timeline. No starship coming through the night Can override our inner light. Peace is not descending ships — It is trembling lips That choose forgiveness Over apocalypse. ⸻ Final Chorus (choir + orchestral explosion) Descend — not as saviors, but as flame, Ignite remembrance in our name. Arcturians, Greys, Lyran cry, Pleiadian rivers from the sky — Stand beside us, hand in hand, As Earth becomes a holy land. No more children lost to war. No more profit soaked in gore. No more leaders drunk on might — We choose awakening tonight. ⸻ Outro (soft, like a vow) Before the stars are forced to intervene, Before another mother screams, Before history hardens into stone — Let peace be chosen. Let it be known. We are not separate. We are not small. The universe is breathing Through us all.
Tags
Children voice Grounded Mystic Powerful
Duration
5:24
Instrumental
No
Created
3/2/2026