Track · Oct 4, 2026 · English

The Firebird's Feather

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4:33

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

By dawn the orchard wore its silver dew,

And every golden apple shone like flame.

My father paced beneath the branches, grim:

“Some winged thief has come again.”

He set my watch beneath the laden boughs;

I took my bow and swore I’d see it through.

The palace windows watched me leave the hall;

The dark grew deep; the night wind moved the leaves.

[Chorus]

I was sent to guard what gold could not defend,

A father’s pride, a kingdom’s fruitful rows.

Then fire unfolded in the midnight air,

And all my certain answers turned to smoke.

I had an arrow ready in my hand—

But wonder looked at me, and I let go.

[Verse 2]

A rustle stirred the branches overhead;

A feather kindled brighter than the sun.

The Firebird bent to taste the apples there,

And every bough lit up where she had flown.

I raised my bow; she fixed her eyes on mine—

No thief’s hard gaze, no challenge, no alarm.

One feather drifted, burning in the grass;

I lowered the string and opened up my palm.

[Chorus]

I was sent to guard what gold could not defend,

A father’s pride, a kingdom’s fruitful rows.

Then fire unfolded in the midnight air,

And all my certain answers turned to smoke.

I had an arrow ready in my hand—

But wonder looked at me, and I let go.

[Bridge]

“Go,” I whispered, “take the night you need.”

She rose above the orchard, swift and bright.

My father would demand the bird by dawn;

I held the feather, but I’d spared her flight.

Some doors are opened by a guarded hand;

Some paths begin the moment duty bends.

[Final Chorus]

I was sent to guard what gold could not defend,

Yet gold was never what I meant to save.

The orchard slept beneath the paling sky;

Her wings had crossed the dark and found their way.

I faced the dawn with fire in my hand—

And knew the road would ask me to be brave.

[Outro]

The fruit still shone; the eastern sky turned gold.

I kept the feather, and I kept my word.

Style

cinematic slavic folk-rock ballad with a driving 6/8 pulsebalalaika-like plucked stringslow frame drumsbowed stringsand a soaring wordless choir. begin with a restrained narrative verse over plucked stringsbuild into a forceful chorus as the king’s anger risesthen open into a brightsuspenseful instrumental passage for the midnight encounter. let the final chorus soften into a spacioustender resolution. warm expressive male lead vocalclear storytelling dictiondynamic orchestral folk production.english

Prompt

A retelling of “The Firebird and Princess Vasilisa” from Prince Ivan’s point of view. Firebird stealing fruit, Ivan’s father furious, Ivan set to guard the fruit, encounters the bird, sets it free.

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GeneratedOct 4, 2026

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