Golden Fire

(A stormy synth pad rises under bending delayed guitar riffs, crackling like sparks awakening in darkness)

A whisper in the shadows grows,

Sky splits wide with rebel glow,

Golden threads through storm-lit skies,

Thunder fire where the phoenix flies.

(Palm-muted riffs bloom into soaring bends layered with pulsing synth echoes)

A fleeting glance in roaring night,

Iron clouds roll deep with might,

Dreams igniting with beast alive,

Golden fire keeps hope revived.

(Sharp synth arps glitch over sub-bass hits, shaking like thunder quakes through burning skies)

Sing it loud, burn my soul,

Echo flames that make me whole,

We are the fire, we are the flame,

Thunder and gold in a single name.

(Screaming guitar scales climb over tribal drum fills like lightning rising through storm clouds)

Moments slip like sparks of sand,

Shattered skies reveal our stand,

Rising flames with hearts untamed,

Golden fire can’t be chained.

Sing it loud, burn my soul,

Echo flames that make me whole,

We are the fire, we are the flame,

Thunder and gold in a single name.

(A wall of synth distortion and reverbed guitar chords fade like embers dissolving into silent golden dawn)