Dragonfire (Cinematic)

Lyrics

"leave the lanterns alive"
"this village still writes"

Hotwife of Pi

"as the dragon flies"

let the tale of Pi flow in the smoke
as the rivers shine below

listen to the legend of how
he held the line alone

how he fought through the fire
struggled through the snow
battled through the thunder
with only poems in his bones

Hotwife of Pi

he made it through the mountains
to see the moon on the roofs
with the ruins in full bloom
blue in a village that was all silver
but had become bruised
he knew there was life in the well
but the wells waters were running low
songs leaking through the windows
were all humming slow

over the valley
a shadow was circling
as slow as a sermon
and cold as a curse was
gold in its throat
and the glow was personal
stolen from souls it had
swallowed with verses and
Pi came through like a jewel in a wound
but too smooth to be true
a myth from the moon
too holy to hold in their view

a treasure feathered from heaven
and a flow too flawless for fear
a shimmer of silver in the ruin
a man and his shadow out
running and following tears

children with notebooks
were closing the covers
writers went silent and lowered their eyes
chaos came from the clouds with a flood of
beautiful lies but no blood in its lines

so he walked down through
the wheat with the wind
on his shoulders
alone with a blade
and a vow in his mouth for the meaning
the mess of the midnight soldiers
he wasnt a king
he was only a warning
a man with a flame
and an eighth in the rain
in love with the craft
like the sun loves the morning
and was willing to burn
just so we could hear it again

let the blood pour slow
as the wings fall low
made the black night sky
turn violet and violent
Pi rose through the fire
with a flame in his throat
and a sword full of soul where
his silence had been hiding

Dragonfire
over the village tonight
make its blood bleed blue
in the emberlight
if we can cope in the flame
then we can make it cry
it cant kill the craft
while the writers alive

Dragonfire
Dragonfire
Dragonfire
Dragonfire

Dragonfire

glowing like gold

Dragonfire
Dragonfire
Dragonfire
Dragonfire

they made their souls sing and their blood flow
wrote for tomorrow to stop the world going cold
stood in the smoke with that song in their bones

stand together
we can slay it
we can win this

archers
load your flow in the bowstring
let every vowel fly low through the cold wind
draw from the soul till the cold sky opens
then loose those lines where the gold in the throats glow is

sorcerers
shield the scorching with performance
curve through the chorus into the storm till its formless
raise every voice from the floor for the mourners
turn all that rawness to a warning for the stalker

spearmen
load your tears in the spear tip
launch through the ache where the fear lives
push through the pain with the grief you sealed in
pierce through the flame till the beast feels it

the power is living within us
you just need to be willing the rhythm
to ripple and glisten
and fight off the circle of flickers
we need writers as fighters
cos the mimic is missing the mission

the dragon wont know
the night if we set it alight
stand and write
till the light
has arrived in our eyes
get to know the ache
in the making
with patience
form shaping
bone breaking
faith saving
feel the way that pain can awaken
and lay in the veins like
a flame that refuses enflaming

Dragonfire
over the village tonight
make its blood bleed blue
in the emberlight
if we can cope in the flame
then we can make it cry
it cant kill the craft
while the writers alive

this village still writes

this village still writes

the dragon descended
in ribbons of crimson
the wind went wild
and the women in the
windows were singing
its wings were the ceiling of sins and
its eyes were alive
with a limitless vision

a mouth like a furnace
of stolen emotions
its tongue a river of velvety theft
it singed every grief
with a glittering ocean
of molten explosions
but none of the grief ever lived in its chest
it swallowed the souls of its victims
and wore it as armour
stole the war songs
and sold them as flesh
then rained them as ash over rooftops but sharper

the village was fading
the gardens were greying
the bodies in the battle
were drying like bones
the wells of the language
needed more than just praying
they needed fresh souls

Pi slid in through the smoke with the softness of silk
with a fist full of metal
and palm full of charms
his thrusts of the steel shined with the silvered hilt
scales from the swings
fell like a river of calm

Dragonfire
over the village tonight
make its blood bleed blue
in the emberlight
if we can cope in the flame
then we can make it cry
it cant kill the craft
while the writers alive

a man making ashes with passionate grammar
unravelling dragons with hand crafted magic
Pi loved what Pi guarded
the garden of language

Hotwife of Pi

"Pi loved what Pi guarded"
"the garden of language"

Hotwife of Pi










© 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.