Russian fairytale rock with female vocals, screamed and raspy, driving fast double-time drums, bassline grit, and distorted power chords; starts with a dark waltz string intro that erupts into savage rock. Verse rides tense strings and guitar chugs; pre-chorus narrows to toms, choir, and rising violins; chorus slams with orchestral hits and gang shouts. Breakdown strips to strings and drums before a final guitar solo. Bright, brutal, cinematic mix., female vocals, orchestral, classical, rock, raw, staccato, emotional, dramatic, bassline

[Intro] In the birchwood dawn A bow cuts the frost Three notes in the dark And the old world is lost [Verse 1] Actor’s daughter, sharp-eyed Ink on her sleeve Young writer with a matchbox heart Too proud to grieve She found the house in the reed-gray fog By the frozen well The windows kept a secret That the village never tells [Pre-Chorus] She heard one floorboard Moan her name A pale handprint On the frame The mirror breathed The candle thinned And from the wall The ghost stepped in [Chorus] Run, run, black birch daughter Run from the frost Run, run, black birch daughter What you want costs Ghost in the doorway Ghost in my chest I won’t be buried I won’t confess [Verse 2] He wore the face of a singer Long dead in snow A velvet scar at the throat And a voice too low He said, “Write me back to rain Write me back to fire” She said, “I write what I survive Not what you desire” [Pre-Chorus] He laughed like bones In a tin roof storm She struck a match And the room burned warm His eyes turned gold Then starved to blue He said, “Little writer I was made for you” [Chorus] Run, run, black birch daughter Run from the frost Run, run, black birch daughter What you want costs Ghost in the doorway Ghost in my chest I won’t be buried I won’t confess [Bridge] [Breakdown] Strings like blades Drums like hooves She tore the page And broke the proof The choir rose The floorboards split He reached for her She did not kneel She kissed the ink From her own hand Said, “I am blood I am command” Then the manor shook The rafters cried And the ghost went thin Like morning light [Chorus] Run, run, black birch daughter Run from the frost Run, run, black birch daughter What you want costs Ghost in the doorway Ghost in my chest I won’t be buried I won’t confess [Outro] Actor’s daughter, hear me Young writer, stay The dead can beg But they cannot stay She walked out singing Through the pine-black snow With a book of fire And a name to know

Russian fairytale rock,female vocals screaming, raspy,emotional high energy, driving rock drum beat, bassline,distorted power chords. a full symphony orchestra: lush string staccato, and dark choir accents. Fast tempo (170BPM).Starts with a dramatic classical string intro like a dark waltz explodes into raw rock. fast with screamed vocals,Chorus adds orchestral hits for a grand feel.a breakdown section with strings and drum before the final guitar solo.actor’s daughter,young writer and a ghost.