Daughters of the Fire

Filiae ignis… Ex cinere surgimus… Daughters of the fire… From the ashes, we rise… The bells rang hollow through the stone The fathers spoke but stood alone Their golden crowns were flecked with rust Their scriptures folded into dust We watched the embers learn to breathe Beneath the altars they concealed A fire older than their names Still waiting in the walls to wake We were never meant to kneel We were never born for silence We were never theirs to keep We were the spark beneath the violence We are the daughters of the fire Born where the cathedrals burn From the altar, from the ash From the blood beneath the glass We are the daughters of the fire Ashes woven through our veins You can build another kingdom We will watch it fall again We were waiting in the masonry In every saint erased from memory In every prayer denied a name In every woman crowned by flame The throne believed itself divine Yet every stone concealed our sign The fire remembers what was lost The fire remembers every cost We were never meant to kneel We were never born for silence We were never theirs to keep We were the spark beneath the violence We are the daughters of the fire Born where the cathedrals burn From the altar, from the ash From the blood beneath the glass We are the daughters of the fire Ashes woven through our veins You can build another kingdom We will watch it fall again From the altar We rise From the ash We rise From the silence We rise From the fire WE RISE Lay down the crown Lay down the throne The old gods tremble When the flame comes home We are the daughters of the fire Born where the cathedrals burn From the altar, from the ash From the blood beneath the glass We are the daughters of the fire Ashes woven through our veins You can build another kingdom We will watch it fall again We were waiting in the walls In the stone, in the blood, in the flame We were waiting for the fall We were the fire all along