

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Stomp the boards Scatter the shame Raise your hands To the amber flame (hey!) [Verse 1] I was born where the ash falls red Smoke in my lungs Old words in my head They marked my name with a coal-black brand Said "Walk this line Girl Do not stand" So I packed three songs and a crooked grin Threw my fear in a rusted tin Kissed my door Let the rafters shake Said "Watch me now I won't break" [Chorus] On the road of amber flame (hey!) We burn brighter every mile Feet like thunder Call my name (hey!) I come roaring I come wild Raise your scars into the sky (hey!) Let them blaze instead of hide On the road of amber flame We take back our stolen fire [Verse 2] Met an old crow witch at the milestone stone She laughed at the weight I called my own "Child That burden's a borrowed rope Cut it clean Make room for hope" So I sliced that knot with a matchstick spark Watched it curl into dancing dark From the cinders grew something new All the strength they feared I'd use [Chorus] [Bridge] [whispered vocals] Who told you you were small? [crowd shout] Name them Name them! [whispered vocals] Who said you could not change at all? [crowd shout] Blame them Claim it! [low vocal register] I am fire I am freight train fast I am fields they said wouldn't last I am hands on the drum On the drum On the drum Where the wild ones come [crescendo] Stamp that ground till the boards give way Let the old lies crack Let the new words stay If your voice still shakes Let it shake in time We are many feet on the same red line (hey!) [Chorus]
Tags
folk, Fast Irish stomp folk with bodhrán-driven pulse, bright mandolin chop, and fiery fiddle leads. Female vocals upfront, raw and live, with rowdy crowd claps on the backbeat. Verses stay story-focused and slightly tighter; choruses explode with gang vocals, call-and-response, and stomping floor toms. Fiddle takes brief melodic answers between lines, ending on a raucous, all-in shout., vocal
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1/10/2026