The Cross + The Pentagram: You Are the Spell – Lyrics

Title: The Cross + Pentagram
Artist: Loui Crow
Streaming: All platforms
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🖤 ABOUT THE SONG — THE CROSS + PENTAGRAM
They told you these symbols were dangerous. That was true. But not for the reasons they said. This track reclaims the shape of your power—not as a warning, but as a remembering. It calls the body back to its altar.

This isn’t religious. It’s cellular. The pentagram isn’t a curse, it’s a map: five points that name your living geometry. The cross isn’t a cage, it’s your axis. Your centerline. Your claim to vertical light. This track walks you through the shapes of your nervous system, your breath, your will.

Crow doesn’t chant to summon outside power. She chants to awaken what’s been buried. This is your protection spell, your body seal, your refusal to play small. This is a permission slip to become the altar you thought you had to kneel to.

🔽 SCROLL DOWN for the full lyrics. Then come back up for the body-spell ritual and breakdown.

🔥 CROW BODY-BREAKDOWN — What Protection Really Is
Protection isn’t hiding. It’s remembering. The star and the cross don’t defend you with walls—they seal your light so you stop leaking. When your will gets scattered, when your breath forgets the center, when you crave safety and don’t know where it lives—you’re unsealed. This song brings the seal back. With your fingers. With your voice. With your spine.

Every time you trace the star, you teach your body: I know where I am. Every time you speak the cross, you tell your nervous system: I’m anchored. You’re not asking for rescue. You’re reclaiming the spell.

🗣️ Crow Affirmation:
"I am the altar. I am the seal. I am the breath that makes it real."

🖤 CROW TRUTH
The cross was never meant to hang.
The star was never meant to scare.
They were always mirrors.
They were always you.
And now—you remember.

🕋 LYRICS — THE CROSS + PENTAGRAM

(Intro – whispered breath and snaps, spoken)
You are the altar.
You are the wand.
You are the yes
that cracks the dawn.
(beat kicks in—slow and crisp)
They told you the symbols were dangerous.
They were right.
But they’re dangerous for the ones who tried to own your light.

(Verse 1 – steady rhythmic rap)
The star is the shape of your holy design.
Five points, five flames—root to spine.
Left hip, crown, right hip,
left shoulder, right shoulder—
trace it slow as your chest grows bolder.
Earth below. Spirit above.
Fire to the right. Water to the left.
Air in my wings. Flame in my blood.
The star’s not scary—
it sings like love.
It locks the gate.
It pulls you home.
It marks your body
as holy stone.

(Chorus – chant, repeating layers)
You are the star.
You are the cross.
You are the light
that never got lost.
You are the seal.
You are the flame.
You don’t need saved.
You know your name.
(repeat w/ stronger drums and harmony stack)
You are the star.
You are the cross.
You are the breath
that anchors the loss.

(Verse 2 – instructional rap + breath cues)
(Cue: slow breath in)
Touch your crown.
(Cue: long exhale)
Pull it down.
Touch your heart.
Now claim your ground.
Right side: power.
Left side: receive.
Hands to heart—
Say what you believe.
I call the light. I draw the line.
I am the cross. I am the spine.
I hold the flame. I open wide.
I seal the field where my soul resides.

(Bridge – whispered chant with ambient tones)
Draw it in. Then shine.
Pull it back. Then align.
Left to right, or right to left—
Choose your breath. Then cast what’s next.

(Chorus – louder, anthem-style)
You are the star.
You are the cross.
You are the light
that never got lost.
You are the seal.
You are the flame.
You don’t need saved.
You know your name.
(repeat w/ stronger drums and harmony stack)
You are the star.
You are the cross.
You are the breath
that anchors the loss.

(Outro – soft chant and breath cues)
(whispered, layered)
Breathe.
Touch.
Anchor.
Shine.
You don’t need a temple.
You are one.
You are the star.
You are the cross.
You are the light
that never got lost.
Now you remember.
So be it.

💔 What pain or struggle is this blog addressing?
It speaks to the wound of inherited fear—of symbols, of power, of the body’s truth. It meets those who were taught to flinch at their own light, who were made to feel unsafe in spiritual autonomy. It unwinds the shame that wrapped itself around the cross and the star. By the end, the reader remembers: the ritual was always inside them. They don’t need permission to draw the line—they are the line.