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Mystery Potion - THEY CLIP THEIR WINGS AND ASK THEM TO FLY [Official Audio]

Mystery Potion - They Clip Their Wings and Ask Them to Fly (Verse 1) In the long halls where the fire never dies, They carve the runes of storms and endless skies. The old ones stand like firs against the gale, Roots deep in frost, but branches never frail. They teach the young with salt wind in their lungs, No cradle soft, no shelter from the rungs. The sea calls early, the axe waits in the hand, "Stand tall, little one—claim what you can." (Chorus) They clip their wings and ask them to fly, No gentle lift, no cradle in the sky. Forge your own feathers from ice and from flame, The nest is behind you, the wild is your name. They watch from the fjord as the fledglings depart, Heart heavy with pride, yet steady of heart. Self first in the mirror, the world sharp and wide— They clip their wings... and let the young ride. (Verse 2) Across the waves to new lands they roam, Normans with iron, Vikings far from home. The blood remembers the raid and the roam, But the hearth stays cold when the child must go. No endless hand to hold through every fall, No woven net to catch them after all. The river runs cold, the path is their own, They learn in the silence they're never alone. (Chorus) They clip their wings and ask them to fly, No gentle lift, no cradle in the sky. Forge your own feathers from ice and from flame, The nest is behind you, the wild is your name. They watch from the fjord as the fledglings depart, Heart heavy with pride, yet steady of heart. Self first in the mirror, the world sharp and wide— They clip their wings... and let the young ride. (Bridge) Not cruelty born, but a truth carved in stone: The strongest oak grows when left on its own. The raven takes wing, no mother to guide, Through thunder and hunger, it learns to survive. And when the storm breaks, the survivor returns, With stories of battles and lessons hard-earned. The old fire warms, but the spark is their own— A quiet respect in the silence they've grown. (Final Chorus) They clip their wings and ask them to fly, Trust in the wind, trust in the why. No chains of gold, no lingering tie, Just open sea under a northern sky. They stand at the edge where the old world meets new, And whisper the ancient, unspoken adieu: "Go now, my blood—rise fierce and true... We clipped your wings... now show what you do." (Outro) They clip their wings... And ask them to fly. Copyright 2026 Mystery Potion Productions Inc.    • Mystery Potion - THEY CLIP THEIR WINGS AND...   #ChickenPicking #VirtuosoLeadGuitar #LegatoSlides #HammerOns #PullOffs #RapMetal #RapRock #FunkMetal #AlternativeMetal #ExtremeMetal #TripleBassDrum #DroppedD #MXRPhase90 #BossDD2DigitalDelay #DigiTechWH1Whammy #BossTR2Tremolo #DunlopCryBabyWahWah #VirtuosoGuitarist #VirtuosoDrummer #SardonicVocals #SarcasticTone #Horrorcore #IndiePop #ProgressiveMetal #PostMetal #Djent