[Instrumental Intro]
(Sparse fingerpicked acoustic + distant wind flutes + ambient synth haze building slowly, 20-30 seconds of atmospheric immersion)

[Verse 1]
Down where the ancient waters carve their secrets deep,
Roots tangle wild in the soil of what we keep,
I walked those shadowed trails, thorns in every stride,
Chasing ghosts of yesterdays that the current denied.
No chains of fate could hold this wandering flame,
Just the earth’s quiet rhythm calling out my name —
A leaf adrift, yet rooted in the storm’s wild heart,
Where the forest breathes alive, and the healing starts.

[Chorus]
Oh, rise from the embers, let the wild winds call!
No victim in the dance, we shatter every wall!
Feel the river’s fire, the stars in your veins ignite,
We’re the whisper and the thunder, burning through the night!
Embrace the fleeting spark, the joy that never dies,
In the arms of the endless, where the soul defies —
One breath in the gale, eternal and unchained,
The spirit’s fierce revival, in the pouring rain!

[Verse 2]
Through the canopy’s veil, where the moonlight weaves its thread,
Echoes of forgotten songs in the branches overhead,
I shed the weight of winters, the frost that gripped my bones,
Traded hollow echoes for the wild, untamed tones.
What map could chart this labyrinth of green and gold?
The owl’s wise vigil watches as the old tales unfold —
No pity for the fallen, just the grace to stand anew,
In the cradle of the wildwood, where the truth breaks through.

[Guitar/Synth Interlude]
(Instrumental: cosmic guitar sorcery, tremolo dives into harmonic vortices, whammy-bar symphonies swirling with psychedelic synth washes, evoking forest trance, layered swelling strings and tribal echoes, 45 seconds of transcendent renewal)

[Bridge]
Why cling to the wreckage when the horizon calls your fire?
The wheel turns relentless, but the soul climbs ever higher.
No symphony of sorrow, no dirge for what was lost —
We’re the river carving canyons, paying any cost.
Strip the illusions bare, let the undercurrent roar,
In the heart of the tempest, we were born to soar —
Not slaves to the silence, but the storm’s own sacred art,
Awakening the wild pulse, beating fierce and apart.

[Outro Chorus (Extended)]
Oh, rise from the embers, let the wild winds call!
No victim in the dance, we shatter every wall!
Feel the river’s fire, the stars in your veins ignite…
We’re the whisper and the thunder, burning through the night!
Embrace the fleeting spark… the joy that never dies…
In the arms of the endless, where the soul defies —
One breath in the gale… eternal and unchained…

[Outro Instrumental]
(Full fusion fades: theatrical echoes dissolve into ethereal whispers, guitar sustains bending into the void, synth pads swell and recede like ocean breath, final tremolo dive fading to acoustic hush and wind flutes, the forest exhales into starlit silence)