Climb From The Caves

[Intro]
Soft steps on the stone
Cold breath
In my throat
Hear them calling from the glen, low
“Thig an seo” (come here)
Whispers drip
Through the old slow snow
[Verse 1]
I was raised where the fog eats light
Where the hills hold names that we dare not write
Clocks stop dead when the crows take flight
Every shadow on the wall like a fist mid-swing
Teeth in the dark, that was bedtime talk
Learned heartbeats counting as I walked that rock
If fear is a chain then I filed each link
Till the ghosts in my head had to move, had to shrink
“Na biodh eagal ort” (do not be afraid) carved deep in my palm
Every scar like script, every script like a psalm
If the world wants war then I bring my calm
Till the storm in my skull starts to sing, then
[Chorus]
I climb from the caves of the cursed and forgotten
Hands cut open, but faith won’t soften
All of my monsters march in a line
I make them mine, I make them mine
From the grave-cold mud to the red-black sky
I drag my dread up, stare it in the eye
If the dark wants blood, it can drink from my spine
I make it mine, I make it mine
[Verse 2]
Fast breath in the frost, that’s fuel, that’s fire
Every nightmare a choir, every doubt just a liar
Run with the banshees, boots on the wire
I turn panic into pace, into pace, into power
Snap like a trap when the fear tries bite
I spit back facts in a flash, mid-flight
Talk quick, walk quick through the pitch-black night
You can hear that grit in the gap of my teeth when I—
Burn through terror like a match through thread
Hear the dead in my head when they chant in red
“Chan eil thu nad aonar” (you are not alone), they said
So I stand on the edge and I lean, not fall
[Bridge]
[Haunting Gaelic chant under lead vocal]
“Thig, thig, éirich suas” (come, come, rise up)
“Na leig seachad, na leig seachad” (don’t give up)
I was born in the howl of the wind off the loch
Every wave, every stone, every bone in me locked
To a promise that the fear won’t rule this time
That the dark won’t write my lines
[Chorus]
I climb from the caves of the cursed and forgotten
Hands cut open, but faith won’t soften
All of my monsters march in a line
I make them mine, I make them mine
From the grave-cold mud to the red-black sky
I drag my dread up, stare it in the eye
If the dark wants blood, it can drink from my spine
I make it mine, I make it mine (oh)
[Outro]
Low wind through the pines
Heart still
But alive
“Na biodh eagal ort,” you’ll hear in the chime
I walk with the ghosts
And I leave them behind

rap, Dark cinematic trap with Scottish male vocals; whispered Gaelic over distant choirs and low drones in the intro, then sharp staccato strings and ticking percussion under rapid-fire verses. Chorus explodes with layered male harmonies, big drums, and distorted brass swells; intensity rises each section with sub drops, ghostly Gaelic backing chants, and a final octave-leap vocal climax., male vocals, deep, soft, emotional, motivation