Lyrics by Chris Gabriel
its not dark.
its not light.
its chaos
wanting balance without decay.
No dilution. No retreat.
Just the storm
rising
in the rhythm of my breath.
It is not fury.
It is not fear.
It is the shape
of what I cannot contain.
Is it me?
Or is it fire?
Is it hunger?
Or is it higher?
Something breaks but not apart.
Something screams but not from pain.
Let me be the force unbound.
Not to destroy
but to ignite.
Let the feeling of power rage
without a leash, without a cage.
This is not anger
this is becoming.
Reverberation
of all I am
released in one
violent bloom.
Blood flows.
Fire burns.
Rage becomes rhythm
and passion becomes pulse.
It surges through my veins
not poison, not power
but everything I ever silenced
screaming
for release.
Chain-break.
Vein-flame.
Love, desire, and pain
all fed to the same roaring engine.
I am the roar.
I am the rise.
I am the storm
and the sky
it breaks.
I feel the roar
of centuries-old power
moving through chambers
of stone
and fire.
The dream of who I was,
who I am,
and who I am becoming...
unleashed.
The crescendo
of raw fury
and power
unleashed
I have become.