Road of Amber Flame

[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]

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