Fire and Ice

Lyrics

[Intro]
A single thread of sound in the dark — the violin breathes
My breath ghosts the vow against my teeth
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice, I am still here

[Verse 1]
Frost on the blade, black night eating the hills
Ash under nails, smoke in the lungs, and the river is still
The wind has a voice like bone on stone
I carry its warning in a body of storms and scars I own
Heat at my back, cold at my throat
Two hungry graves both writing my name, I cut the note
Strike sparks from the edge till they answer with light
Embers watch me like opened eyes that refused to shut last night

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear the crack of the glacier, the hiss of the coal
Both of them baring their teeth for my soul
I square my stance in the narrow between
Say no to the blaze, say no to the freeze

[Chorus]
Between two deaths I drew my line in steel
Breath smokes my oath — I make the dark kneel
Let fire devour, let ice conspire
I will not feed them — I am not theirs
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice,
I am still here — I am still here
Not ash, not glass, not slave to the night
I am the blade that refuses to bite

[Build]
Step by step, I tighten the wire
Snow in my lashes, heat in the choir
(hey) hearts like drums, (hey) throat of iron
Hush — draw in the air—

[Drop — Instrumental Break]
Violin leads a fierce, ancient melody in D minor over growling bass and war drums; guitars and taiko surge under the fiddle, male low “hey!” shouts buried deep.

[Verse 2]
Blood on snow, a map of the war I walked through
The red runs thin where the frost took the blue
Knuckles split like river ice under boot
Still I keep time with the thunder of root to root
I carry the quiet that comes after screams
A field of helmets under frozen beams
My name tastes like iron, smoke, and dawn
I keep it close where the weak names are gone

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I feel the blaze trying to turn me to breath
Feel winter’s hand stitching me into death
I throw back my head in the narrow between
I say no to the blaze, I say no to the freeze

[Chorus 2]
Between two deaths I drew my line in steel
Breath smokes my oath — I make the dark kneel
Let fire devour, let ice conspire
I will not feed them — I am not theirs
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice,
I am still here — I am still here
Not ash, not glass, not a borrowed light
I am the blade that refuses to bite

[Build 2]
Closer now — the silence bends
Pulse like war-drums in my hands
(hey) boots on stone, (hey) cold in the choir
Hush — one last breath—

[Drop 2 — Instrumental Break]
Violin climbs higher with a raw, Nordic folk-fiddle theme; halftime rock weight hits harder, bass snarls deeper, strings swell; chant “hey!”s rise beneath without crowding the lead.

[Bridge]
I whispered my name to the ash and the frost
Said, “You will not write me into your loss.”
I am not a lesson in somebody’s pyre,
Not a statue inside of somebody’s ice.
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice —
I am still here, and I choose my life.

[Chant Break]
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.
(Male chant low: hey! … hey!)
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.
(Male chant low: hey! … hey!)
Fire won’t claim me. Ice won’t chain me.
Still here. Still rise.
(Male chant low: hey! … hey!)
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.

[Final Chorus]
Between two deaths I roared my name in steel
Breath burned the cold — I made the night kneel
Let fire rage, let ice take aim,
I stand unbroken — I speak my name
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice,
I am still here — I am still here
The blade in my hand, the storm in my eyes,
I am the proof that a heart survives

[Final Drop — Instrumental Break with Survival Chant]
Full battlefield erupts: solo violin leads a soaring, defiant theme over massive taiko, live drums, growling bass, electric guitars, low brass; a colossal low male war-chant hammers beneath.
She roars above:
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.
(Male chant: hey! hey! hey! hey!)
Fire can’t take me. Ice can’t break me.
Still here. Still rise.
Born in fire. Left in ice. Still here. Still rise.

[Outro]
The fiddle thins to a thread; frost melts from steel
I breathe once more into the quiet field
I was born in the fire, I was left in the ice —
I am still here.