Power

**[Verse 1]** [Philosophical][Energetic][Rock] Caught in shadows, whispers all around, Heartbeats echo where silence is profound, A cage of fear that held my mind, But now I see—I’ve left it behind. **[Chorus]** I rise from the ashes, a man reborn, The weight is gone, no more to mourn, The fear that once consumed my soul, Is now a story I control. **[Verse 2]** [Philosophical][Energetic][Rock] Behind closed doors, I used to hide, Afraid of the world, the judging eyes, But I've faced the dark, I've touched the flame, Now I walk with pride—no longer the same. **[Bridge]** Through the silence, I found my sound, In the quiet, strength profound, No longer a prisoner of my own mind, A man reborn, no chains to bind. **[Chorus]** I rise from the ashes, a man reborn, The weight is gone, no more to mourn, The fear that once consumed my soul, Is now a story I control. **[Outro]** I’m standing tall, no longer confined, A life reclaimed, a peace that’s mine, From social shadows, I’ve been set free, A man reborn, the world will see.

# Unstoppable Force Verse 1: Beneath the surface of my silent seas A storm is brewing, ready to break free Years of doubt turn to thunder in my veins This rising force no longer needs these chains Chorus: Watch me rise through the ashes of my fear Feel this power as my true self appears No more hiding what was always meant to shine This raw strength was mine the whole time! Verse 2: Every scar that marked my trembling soul Now fuels the fire that's making me whole We all bleed the same beneath our shields But this raw power refuses to yield Bridge: (Crescendo intenso) I am lightning! I am thunder! Breaking through! No going under! Chorus: Watch me rise through the ashes of my fear Feel this power as my true self appears No more hiding what was always meant to shine This raw strength was mine the whole time! Final Verse: Let the world witness as I break these walls This unstoppable force within now calls In vulnerability found this might Now watch me set this whole world alight! (Solo explosivo de guitarra seguido de um final impactante)

One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Knock at the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight: Nine, ten, A big fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting Nineteen, twenty, My plate’s empty

[Verse 1] Green hands, calloused and cruel, Dance in the fire, crafting from fuel. Knuckles cracked like ancient stone, He shapes the world with what he’s owned. Theft is an art, a knife’s edge grin, A recipe hidden deep within. He takes the spoils, remakes the prize, The thief is a chef, and the kitchen’s his guise. [Pre-Chorus] Salted truth and bitter lies, A feast of shadows in disguise. He plucks from greed, he bends the rules, A culinary king of the cunning fools. [Chorus] Searing flame and stolen gold, Stories cooked, both new and old. Blade in hand, he claims the land, An orc who steals, who cooks, who stands. [Verse 2] Larders raided, pantries bare, The wealth of kings is his to share. He roasts his sins, bastes his crimes, In flavors deep, he hides the lines. But every theft has a taste of guilt, A seasoning in the feast he’s built. The hunger’s more than belly-deep, A craving in the soul he’ll never keep. [Chorus] Searing flame and stolen gold, Stories cooked, both new and old. Blade in hand, he claims the land, An orc who steals, who cooks, who stands. [Outro] Ashes scatter, embers fade, The thief departs, his table laid. Feast of shadows, crafted lies, An orc who cooks beneath stolen skies.

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In shadows deep, where echoes lie, An orchestra of sorrow cries. A fragile flame, life's fleeting grace, Burns 'neath the Void’s eternal gaze. O' Broken One, arise, arise, Through veils of pain and weeping skies. What purpose drives thy weary tread, When all shall fall, and hope lies dead? The threads of fate, so tightly spun, By hands unseen, will come undone. Through fleeting love and endless strife, The harpstrings sing of fragile life. O' Broken One, arise, arise, Through veils of pain and weeping skies. What purpose drives thy weary tread, When all shall fall, and hope lies dead? Yet from despair, a spark may bloom, To pierce the Void’s eternal gloom. In agony, a truth divine— The broken forge, the fire refined. O' Broken One, thy soul takes flight, Through endless dark to realms of light. The struggle binds, yet sets thee free, To find thy purpose in eternity.