[Verse 1]
Down where ancient waters carve their secrets deep,
Roots twist through soil that remembers what we keep.
I walked those shadowed trails, thorns in every stride,
Chasing ghosts the river already washed aside.
No chain of fate could tether this wandering flame—
Only the earth’s low pulse still whispering my name.
A leaf torn loose, yet rooted in the storm’s wild heart,
Where the forest breathes alive…and the mending starts.

[Chorus]
Rise from the embers, let the wild winds call!
No victim in this dance—we shatter every wall.
Feel the river’s fire, stars igniting in your veins,
Whisper turned to thunder, burning through the rain.
Embrace the fleeting spark before the moment dies—
In the arms of the endless, the defiant soul survives.
One breath inside the gale, eternal and unchained,
The spirit’s fierce revival, roaring unrestrained.

[Verse 2]
Through the canopy’s veil where moonlight spins its thread,
Forgotten songs still linger in the branches overhead.
I shed the weight of winters that had locked my bones,
Traded hollow echoes for the untamed undertones.
No map can trace this labyrinth of green and gold—
Only the owl’s still gaze as the oldest tales unfold.
No pity for the fallen, only mercy to begin,
In the cradle of the wildwood, truth is born again.

[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)

(Visualize the interlude pulsing like this: jungle awakening under psychedelic lights, swirling energies, tribal-psychedelic trance layers building renewal.)

[Bridge]
Why clutch the wreckage when the horizon breathes your fire?
The wheel turns without mercy, yet the soul climbs ever higher.
No dirge for what was broken, no hymn to what was lost—
We are the river carving canyons, bearing every cost.
Strip the last illusions, let the undercurrent roar,
In the heart of the maelstrom we were always born to soar.
Not slaves to silence—we are the storm’s own sacred art,
Awakening the wild pulse, fierce and beating apart.

[Outro Chorus (Extended)]
Rise from the embers, answer the wild call!
No prisoner, no victim—we level every wall.
River-fire surging, constellations in our veins,
Whisper into thunder, breaking every chain.
Hold the fleeting spark until the heavens scream—
In the arms of forever, we live the endless dream.
One breath inside the tempest… eternal… unchained…
The spirit rises roaring—forever untamed.

(Outro fades on swelling strings and echoing tribal pulses, evoking an ancient, moonlit wildwood where the renewal feels infinite.)