Run Through the Fire

Lyrics

[Intro]
[Instrumental — Solo violin crying over cold pads; faint wind and cinder hiss]

[Verse 1]
Ash on my tongue, black snow on my sleeve,
House a ribcage, open to the freeze.
Glass in the road like tears that chose to stay,
My name drifted off in the smoke of yesterday.
Maps turned to cinder, ink bled into night,
Every safe path folded, burned out of sight.
Footprints behind me, just soot in the rain—
I stand where I ended, and start there again.

[Pre-Chorus]
War drums in my pulse, slow thunder in my veins,
The horizon’s a kiln, and it’s calling my name.
I taste iron and pine, I hear timbers complain—
If I have to be ash, let it be from the flame.

[Chorus]
Burn me down—I’ll walk right through.
Turn these embers into steps I choose.
Smoke in my chest but my heart is a choir—
Run through the fire, run through the fire.
Brand me in heat, I’ll carry the proof,
Char-light roads under blistered boots.
If the doorway to dawn is a furnace wire—
Run through the fire—run through the fire.
[Gang: Run through the fire!]
[Gang: Run through the fire!]

[Drop]
[Instrumental Break — Solo violin leads a fierce, mournful melody over growling dubstep bass and halftime rock weight; distant “hey!” shouts under the bow’s cry]

[Verse 2]
Boot soles melting, still I measure the miles,
Counting the ghosts that I feed to the piles.
Names that I lost become coals in my hands,
I cast them ahead, now they light up the land.
Wind tastes of iron, of old battles bled,
I move like a storm that forgot how to beg.
No mercy behind me, no refuge in sight,
Just a blade of a horizon I chase through the night.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
War drums get nearer—like hooves on the plain,
My breath is a flare cutting holes in the rain.
I lean into heat till the fear cracks and dries—
If I blaze into nothing, I’ll blaze as I rise.

[Chorus 2]
Burn me down—I’ll walk right through.
Make a road of coals where the daylight grew.
Smoke in my ribs but the vow’s getting higher—
Run through the fire, run through the fire.
Let the sparks crown scars like a weathered spire,
I will not turn from the furnace choir.
If the only true gate is the wall of fire—
Run through the fire—run through the fire.
[Gang: Run through the fire! Hey!]
[Gang: Run through the fire!]

[Drop 2]
[Instrumental Break — Violin battle-cry doubles and climbs; war drums and taikos strike; guitars snarl beneath a surging bass; “hey!” shouts answer the bow in rhythm]

[Bridge]
(Piano and a trembling solo violin; voice near-whisper)
I had a hearth once—the light knew my face,
Now only heat pronounces me in this place.
If fear is a wall, I’ll move like smoke,
Through the smallest crack, through the blackened oak.
No name to return to, no keys for the gate—
I pour what I was on the coals, and wait.

[Chant Break]
[Low male war-chant with taikos and stomps]
Run through the fire! (Hey!)
Run through the fire! (Hey!)
Burn me down—I’ll walk right through!
Run through the fire! (Hey!)
Run through the fire! (Hey!)
Loss is the fuel—I carry it true!
Run through the fire! (Hey!)
Run through the fire!

[Final Chorus]
(Full ensemble, doubled violin soaring, low brass underfoot)
Burn me down—I’ll walk right through.
Every scorched mile turns to something new.
Smoke in my lungs, but my will is a choir—
Run through the fire, run through the fire.
Write me in ash; I’ll carve out the sky,
With ember-lit steps and unblinking eyes.
If the price of the dawn is to stand in the pyre—
Run through the fire—run through the fire!
[Gang: Run through the fire! Hey!]
[Gang: Run through the fire!]
Burn me down—I’ll walk right through—
I’m not stopping—I’m cutting through—
Run through the fire—run through the fire!

[Outro]
[Instrumental — Solo violin, rough-bowed and fragile, limps forward over dying embers of pad; a final held note like breath in cold air]
(still moving)