[Intro]
[Galloping guitars and pipe organ launch the three-note motif as a severe antiphonal choir enters.]

[Verse 1]
[Architects]
We kept the books through leaner years,
Through empty rooms and public sneers.
We trained the hands, refined the phrase,
And fed the coal through quieter days.
We named each bureau, rule and seat,
We studied every past defeat.
Now history opens like a door;
The patient forge will wait no more.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Architects]
Bind the doctrine, pull the wire,
Raise the plan a chapter higher.
Call the roster, test the choir—
Carry forth the heritage of fire.

[Chorus]
[Architects]
Heritage of fire,
Book and ballot, blade and wire.
Turn the doctrine to a pyre;
Call obedience our desire.
Higher, higher, ever higher—
Guard the heritage of fire.

[Verse 2]
[Citizens]
You call it heritage; we smell
The scorched-out names you will not tell.
You call it order; we can hear
The careful manufacture of fear.
A nation is not yours to brand,
No scripture grants one faction’s hand.
The Founders broke inherited rule;
You build its likeness with a tool.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Citizens]
Page to page, the flames climb higher,
Every warning feeds the fire.
What survives when you retire—
Law or only your desire?

[Chorus]
[Architects]
Heritage of fire,
Book and ballot, blade and wire.
Turn the doctrine to a pyre;
Call obedience our desire.
Higher, higher, ever higher—
Guard the heritage of fire.

[Drum Break]
[Galloping double-kick collapses into a tom-heavy half-time ritual built around three hard stamp strikes.]

[Bridge]
[Witness]
The planner holds the final match.
The copied blueprint meets his glance.
A leak has crossed the guarded floor;
The public knows what waits in store.
He has one night to halt the plan,
One choice between the state and clan.
He lifts the match above the page—
Then drops it in the iron cage.

[Final Chorus]
[Citizens]
Heritage of fire—
Now the hidden rooms transpire.
Every folder fuels the ire;
Every witness forms a choir.
No inheritance stands higher
Than the law you set on fire.

[Outro]
[Narrator]
The gates prepare to open wide.
The plan survives the burning sheet.
Its copies wait in other rooms.
Morning approaches Pennsylvania Avenue.
