"In the first fire, the dawn of knowledge awakens. The ancient flame burns anew, igniting the path where wisdom sleeps."

Verse 1
Under the desert’s silent breath,
She walks alone, through sands of death.
The stars above, in cold embrace,
Guide her steps through time’s erased.

"Sepulchrum vetus," where shadows dwell,
She finds the tomb where secrets swell.
The ruins speak in whispers low,
Of fires lost in the ancient glow.

Chorus
Ignis Primae, the dawn’s first flame,
In the darkness, she calls its name.
Through the tears, the truth unfolds,
In the desert night, the light beholds.

The pages blank, now slowly burn,
As knowledge lost begins to turn.
From grief’s embrace, the fire’s drawn,
Ignis Primae, the Alchemist’s dawn.

Verse 2
Her hands trace lines in forgotten stone,
Where echoes of the past are sown.
In the silent tomb, the air is thick,
With secrets deep and knowledge quick.

"Lacrima ignis," the tears descend,
On the blank pages, where grief does bend.
As each drop falls, the words ignite,
Revealing the fire, in the dead of night.

Chorus
Ignis Primae, the dawn’s first flame,
In the darkness, she calls its name.
Through the tears, the truth unfolds,
In the desert night, the light beholds.

The pages blank, now slowly burn,
As knowledge lost begins to turn.
From grief’s embrace, the fire’s drawn,
Ignis Primae, the Alchemist’s dawn.

Bridge
In the Flamma Antiqua, the fire’s birth,
She finds the secrets of the earth.
"Mater Ignis," the mother’s hand,
Guides the flames across the land.

The first fire, in tears revealed,
The ancient knowledge long concealed.
From grief’s forge, the light is born,
In the heart of night, a new dawn is sworn.

Chorus
Ignis Primae, the dawn’s first flame,
In the darkness, she calls its name.
Through the tears, the truth unfolds,
In the desert night, the light beholds.

The pages blank, now slowly burn,
As knowledge lost begins to turn.
From grief’s embrace, the fire’s drawn,
Ignis Primae, the Alchemist’s dawn.

Outro
Under the stars, where silence weeps,
The Alchemist’s flame forever keeps.
"Lux in obscuro," the light in shade,
In the tomb of night, the fire’s laid.

Through the sands of time, her steps are cast,
In the Ignis Primae, the knowledge lasts.
The dawn’s first light, through tears was born,
And in her hands, the flame is sworn.

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The Trembling Becomes the Truth

“The Hollow Parade” is a haunting protest song that explores the collapse of social justice, the manipulation of political systems, and the emotional numbness of a society drifting toward authoritarianism. It unfolds like a slow, surreal march through a world where wealth shields the powerful, truth is commodified, and silence is weaponized.

The song opens with a whispered reflection on how comfort and silence are sold as truth. The first verse exposes the widening gap between rich and poor, portraying justice as wounded and passive. The pre-chorus introduces emotional dissonance—people play along, but something inside is breaking. The chorus delivers the central metaphor: a “hollow parade” where decay is normalized and silence is mistaken for peace.

Subsequent verses dive into:
- Lobbyism and political corruption, where laws are bought and democracy becomes theater.
- The rise of fascist ideologies, masked as patriotism and tradition.
- Digital alienation, where curated pain and social media numb real suffering.
- Disconnected leadership, where those in power speak from marble thrones, untouched by the realities of the street.

The bridge is a spoken-word rupture—a warning that beneath every anthem lies a faultline. The final verse asks whether we will awaken when silence begins to scream, or continue chasing the dream. The outro fades into whispered despair, as the parade marches on—hollow, sorrowful, and louder than ever.

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🎤 Lyrics: “The Hollow Parade” (Clean Version)

[Intro – Static Whispers]  
They told us silence was safety.  
They sold us comfort as truth.  
But the wires hum with hunger,  
And the shadows know our youth.

[Verse 1 – The Divide]  
In towers of glass they count their gold,  
While children sleep in cardboard folds.  
The ladder’s pulled, the gate is sealed,  
The poor grow hungry, the rich concealed.  
A whisper spreads: “This is the way…”  
But justice limps and turns away.

[Pre-Chorus – Cracks in the Frame]  
We watch the screen, we play the part,  
But something’s breaking in the heart.

[Chorus – Hollow Parade]  
This is the hollow parade,  
Where truth is dressed in debt and shade.  
March to the rhythm of decay,  
And pray the silence keeps you safe.

[Verse 2 – The Lobby Waltz]  
They dance in halls with velvet ties,  
Trade truth for favors, sell their lies.  
A handshake buys a law or two,  
While we choke on the air they blew.  
The ballot’s ink begins to fade—  
A puppet show, a masquerade.

[Verse 3 – The Hollow Parade]  
Marching boots in polished rows,  
Flags unfurl where hatred grows.  
They chant of pride, of blood, of land,  
While silence grips the outstretched hand.  
The past returns in sharper dress,  
With slogans carved in emptiness.

[Pre-Chorus – Cracks in the Frame]  
We watch the screen, we play the part,  
But something’s breaking in the heart.

[Chorus – Hollow Parade]  
This is the hollow parade,  
Where truth is dressed in debt and shade.  
March to the rhythm of decay,  
And pray the silence keeps you safe.

[Verse 4 – The Disconnect]  
Screens glow bright with curated pain,  
A thousand likes, a dying vein.  
The leaders speak from marble thrones,  
Their words like static, dry as bones.  
They’ve never walked the broken street,  
Where hope and hunger daily meet.

[Bridge – The Faultline]  
There’s a faultline under every anthem,  
A tremor in the polished speech.  
The ground remembers what they forget—  
And one day, it will teach.

[Verse 5 – The Echo Chamber]  
So build your walls and call it peace,  
Let fear and profit never cease.  
But cracks will form, the truth will bleed,  
From every soul they failed to feed.  
And when the silence starts to scream—  
Will you wake, or chase the dream?

[Outro – Dissonant Fade]  
The parade keeps marching,  
But the drums are hollow.  
The flags are stitched with sorrow.  
And the silence…  
is growing louder.

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© Lyrics and concept by Martin Oliver Beinersdorf (MOBest). All rights reserved.

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