🦁 Track I of VIII– Storm Beneath
(Captivity, Identity, and the Quiet Roar)

In the shadows of a gilded cage lives a lion not yet broken, not yet free. This first chapter begins in stillness — in a place where strength has been silenced, wildness misunderstood, and the heart of a king is mistaken for a beast too wild to tame, too strange to love.

Though he's fed, admired, and given a place to lie, his soul knows something is missing. His roar is locked behind his ribs. His fire sleeps beneath his skin. The world applauds his obedience, but he aches to remember who he truly is.

As he paces the edges of his prison, dreams stir beneath the surface. He begins to question the chains. Not the ones of iron — but the ones forged in fear, in comfort, in forgetting.

This is the prelude to legend:
A lion who dares to wonder…
"What if I was never meant to be tamed?"

The Storm Beneath

I am the voice for those who seek
Strength when darkness peaks.
I live a life wild and free
Forged in fire, untamed like the sea.

Yet in the shadows, light will rise,
A spark reflecting in weary eyes.
Through storm and silence, loss and fear,
A guiding flame still burns clear.

Sebastian—steadfast, strong and true,
A warrior’s heart in midnight’s hue.
Theodore—gifted hands to heal,
A name that speaks of love made real.
And Lucas—born to blaze the way,
A torch against the darkest gray.

No chains can bind, no night consume,
For light will break the deepest gloom.
A Viking soul, both fierce and wise,
With northern winds behind his eyes.

I walk alone, yet I ignite,
A nameless soul—but burning bright.
A kingdom’s call, a truth to find,
A beacon in the hands of time.

Drifting between melodies and words, I weave stories from the whispers of the wind and the echoes of the soul. A seeker of truth, I find inspiration in the rhythm of nature and the spark of human connection. My spirit walks with the snowy owl and arctic wolf, rooted in the strength of my Viking ancestry. Through music and creation, I build—shaping a kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. No single path holds all the answers, but every path holds a piece of the truth.

The Storm Beneath

Sébby T.