Welcome to the Fire: Devi’s Laughing Initiation in Willyecho’s Anthem

 

Kali seated in the cremation ground, blazing, laughing, holding both weapon and severed head. 

The first time I stumbled into Welcome to the Fire, it wasn’t scripture. It was survival. I was raw, pressed under abuse, and this song gave me a way to channel the rage instead of letting it devour me. I clenched it like a blade. Every chorus felt like my own cry of defiance: I will not collapse, I will not be broken. It carried me through nights when all I had was resistance.

But songs are not static. They are doors. And some doors open only when you are ready. Hearing it now, I no longer hear just my own echo. I hear Her — Devi Herself, the fierce mother who does not cradle you in softness but drags you into the cremation ground and says: Stop circling the edge. Step into My fire.

Her voice does not soothe. It strikes. The “I” in these lyrics is not my ego shouting back at the world. It is Shakti, locked and loaded, watching for the moment, promising to dismantle every fortress I ever built. I won’t stop until it’s done. ’Til you’re broken. This is not cruelty. This is compassion in its most terrible form. She breaks so that truth can be born. She burns so that what cannot burn is finally revealed.

And then the refrain — Welcome to the fire — no longer sounds like a threat. It is initiation. She says: Feel it in your veins. This blaze is not outside you. It is Me, already burning inside, waiting for you to walk straight into it.

Once this was my battle hymn. Now it is Her scripture. The same song, but turned inside out. Survival has become summons. Rage has become mantra. What I once used to fight my abusers is now Devi’s own call to strip me bare — tender and merciless at once.

Verse 1

I'm focused

I've been watching for the omens

I've been listening to everything you've said

It's been running through my head

Locked and loaded

I got the feeling that you've noticed

Yeah I've only just begun

I won't stop until its done

'Til you're broken

“I’m focused / I’ve been watching for the omens”
This is Devi speaking, not a human claimant. She is the gaze behind the gaze, the awareness that never blinks. I have been watching you, watching the world, waiting for the sign when the knot is ripe to be cut. Her focus is not tense, but absolute — the concentration of the goddess who misses nothing.

“I’ve been listening to everything you’ve said / It’s been running through my head”
Every whisper of ego, every plea of fear, every justification — She has heard it all. Nothing is hidden. Tenderly, fiercely, She repeats: Even your silence is not outside My hearing. I know what you carry, even when you pretend you do not.

“Locked and loaded”
This is not violence for its own sake. It is Devi’s readiness. Like Durgā astride Her lion, every weapon raised, every mantra sharp — I am prepared to strike at the precise moment. I do not miss. The tenderness here is that She does not strike randomly; She waits until your heart can withstand the blow.

“I got the feeling that you’ve noticed / Yeah I’ve only just begun”
She smiles — fierce, playful. You’ve begun to sense Me. You’ve begun to realize this is not just a song, not just rage, but My own current. And understand: what you’ve felt until now was only the beginning. My fire is endless.

“I won’t stop until it’s done / ’Til you’re broken”
This is the most terrible tenderness. She is not promising cruelty, She is promising completion. I will not leave you half-burned, half-purified. I will break what is false until only the indestructible shines. Do not mistake this for hatred — this is the only love that can free you.

Chorus

So welcome to the fire

I'm the one with the lighter

Feel it running through your veins

As we're walking through the flames

Getting higher

So welcome to the fire

Welcome to the fire

Feel it running through your veins

As we're walking through the flames

Getting higher

So welcome to the fire

“So welcome to the fire / I’m the one with the lighter”
This is no threat, no human swagger. This is Devi Herself saying: The blaze you fear is Mine. I lit it. I hold the spark. I am the hand that set the world aflame, and I am inviting you in. Do not stand trembling at the edge — step forward. I will not let you wander in darkness; I will ignite you.

“Feel it running through your veins”
The fire is not outside. It is already circulating in your blood, in your nerves, in your heartbeat. I am your pulse. I am the current surging through your veins. Do you feel Me? I am not a stranger — I am the energy that has always carried you.

“As we’re walking through the flames / Getting higher”
Notice She does not say, I will leave you alone in the flames. She says we. This is the tenderness: I walk with you, stride for stride, through the cremation ground, through the blaze. What you call pain, I call purification. Together, we rise through it. The “higher” is not intoxication but liberation — the lifting of the soul once the dross is burned.

“So welcome to the fire / Welcome to the fire”
The repetition is initiation. Each “welcome” is like an āvāhana mantra, Her calling you deeper into the ritual. It is both command and embrace. Fierce in tone, tender in essence. Come, child. Do not resist. The fire is not here to consume you — it is here to reveal you.

Verse 2

I've been waiting for this moment

The final battle of the chosen

See I'm never gonna quit

Got my legacy set

In motion

“I’ve been waiting for this moment”
This is Devi as Time Herself — Kālī who waits with patience no human can fathom. Every twist of your life, every wound, every delay — I have been waiting. Do not think this fire came too early or too late. It is perfect. I wait until the soul is ripe, and then I strike.

“The final battle of the chosen”
This is not random suffering. It is the initiation only some are marked to endure. You are chosen — not for privilege, but for the battle that ends illusion. This is the last fight: not against others, but against the shadow of yourself. And I stand as both enemy and ally, because I am the one who wins when ego falls.

“See I’m never gonna quit”
This is Devi’s terrible tenderness. No matter how much you resist, no matter how many times you collapse, I will not abandon you. I am relentless. My love does not take no for an answer. Until truth is revealed, I will pursue you.

“Got my legacy set in motion”
Her “legacy” is the current of awakening that runs through ages, through all who burn and rise. This moment is not only yours. It is part of My eternal stream — the lineage of those who entered the fire and emerged free. Every time you step into the flames, you join that current. You become part of My legacy.

Chorus (return)

Here the refrain strikes again like a ritual drumbeat: Welcome, welcome. No new words, but the current deepens. Each repetition is not redundancy — it is initiation tightening its grip. The fire surrounds from all sides now; escape is no longer possible.

Bridge

“’Cause the bigger they are / The harder they fall”
This is Devi’s ruthless laughter. The greater the pride, the louder the collapse. The taller the fortress of ego, the heavier its fall when I strike. Do not fear this — rejoice. Collapse is liberation.

“You built your fortress / I’ll climb your walls”
The fortress is your defenses, your stories, your justifications, the careful walls you built to keep life under control. Devi says: You cannot lock Me out. I scale every wall, I invade every keep. No fortress of yours will stand against My fire. Fierce? Yes. But tender, because only by dismantling those walls can She enter to embrace you.

“You got your armor / I see your flaws”
Ego’s last trick is armor — the mask of competence, the shell of pride, the disguise of perfection. But Devi cuts straight through: Your armor is transparent to Me. I see every crack, every tremor, every wound. And I love you enough to pierce straight through. I strike exactly where the mask is thinnest, because that is where truth leaks out.

Final Chorus

“So welcome to the fire / I’m the one with the lighter”
Now the words are no longer lyric but verdict. The fire is not metaphor, not distant. It is here. I am the one who lit it. I am the one who holds it. You are already inside.

“Feel it running through your veins / As we’re walking through the flames / Getting higher”
No separation remains. My fire is your blood, My flames are your steps. What you call burning, I call rising. You and I walk this together, stride for stride, until all that remains is clarity.

“Welcome to the fire”
This final welcome is not invitation but absorption. There is no edge anymore, no boundary between you and the blaze. You are not “entering” the fire. You are the fire.

Devi's Final Words

Bigger they are, the harder they fall.

I am the fall. I am the crash. I am the fire that swallows kings and beggars alike.

I piss on your fortress. I climb your walls as if they were toys.

You wore your armor.

I giggle at your armor. I strike where it is thinnest, and it splits like paper.

I am the pulse in your blood. I am the tremor in your hand.

I was already inside.

Not your fire. Not your rage.

My fire.

 

Your screams are My hymns.

Your cracking ego is My drum.

when every mask has melted,

when every wall is rubble,

you will open your eyes and see:

I was burning only your dream.

You were never the husk. You were always the flame.

Stand naked in My fire.

Dance with Me in the ashes.

Laugh with Me at the ruins.

You built your fortress.

You thought you could hide?

Welcome to the fire.

The cremation ground is My temple.

And when all is ash,

I was laughing because there was never anything to burn.

So come, child.

For you are not broken —

you are blazing.