

Verse
Solstice sun on the chrome-forged fields
Bronze skin bright where the tall wheat yields
We ran the ridge with our shields undone
Seventeen summers, chasing the sun
Torches burning where the runway ends
Steel and starlight, warriors and friends
Amber light on the visor's edge
We swore an oath on the river's edge
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the heat rise off the ground
Every heartbeat like a battle drum sound
Something wild in us refusing to rest
Chorus
We're burning young, we're burning gold
Gilded fever, wild and bold
Sunlit armor, skin like flame
Racing summer, no one tame
Running fields where the horizon burns
Gilded fever, this is our turn
Nothing ancient, nothing new
Gilded fever, me and you
Verse
Neon sigils drawn on our arms in ash
Engine hymns under a starship's flash
We climbed the tower where the old gods slept
Left our names in the vault we kept
Sunset bleeding through the visor cracks
Racing chariots down the sand-swept tracks
Sweat and static on our bare chests
Crowned in solstice, we pass every test
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the fire climb through our veins
Every summer we were never the same
Something ancient rising up in our chest
Chorus
We're burning young, we're burning gold
Gilded fever, wild and bold
Sunlit armor, skin like flame
Racing summer, no one tame
Running fields where the horizon burns
Gilded fever, this is our turn
Nothing ancient, nothing new
Gilded fever, me and you
Bridge
Years from now when the empire fades
When the chrome goes dark and the gold decays
I'll remember this, the wheat, the flame
Your name carved into the summer game
We were never meant to last forever
But we burned as one, gilded together
Chorus
We're burning young, we're burning gold
Gilded fever, wild and bold
Sunlit armor, skin like flame
Racing summer, no one tame
Running fields where the horizon burns
Gilded fever, this is our turn
Nothing ancient, nothing new
Gilded fever, me and you
Nordic Bass · Confident · 143 BPM · 3:56 — monstrous sub pressure with distorted analog layers, deep sliding bass, tribal war percussion and glitchy trap snares, ritual metallic textures, Viking war horns and cinematic strings, icy pads and experimental bass design, wide sub-focused spatial mix
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