Rise from the Shadows

Hear the spit hit the ground but the roots still pounddark night,

heavy sky, from the shadows I rise. Blood in the rhythm,

fire in the soundchains break easy when the drums come round.

They spit, they curse, but I turn into flamethe night remembers my

name. They throw stones in the midnight rainwhispers of hate but

I feel no pain. Baseline heavy, my heart still strongevery

curse they spit just fuels my song. Dark fire in my chest I

glowroots run deep where the cold winds blow. They try to