Nation Name: Malta Comino Gozo
Official Broadcaster: MCG 1
Tune: Born Ready
Song Title: Fire
Artist(s) Name(s): Nathan Aperitivo
Lyrics & Music: Nathan Aperitivo
Background
Suddenly it was over! "The winner is, Malta Comino Gozo!" The cameras jumped onto Aris and her team. Her team left up out their seats ecstatically with their flags and danced about waving them about. Aris sat there looking left and right unbale to process what had happened when suddenly it hit her! She leapt out of her seat and was smothered by her team and kisses and hugs were shared. Back home, hundreds of thousands who had been watching were on their feet. Scenes of delight and happiness were shared in living rooms all up and down the country, as people screamed and cried with pride at Malta Comino Gozo being declared the winner of Worldvision 84! The fans in the arena went wild. The crowd was lit up with fireworks and they all cheered and danced together, ecstatic for their first WorldVision win. "MCG! MCG!" chants echoed through the arena! Aris and her team make their way to the stage and she is presented the trophy. Aris lifts the glass trophy up crying with tears of joy, hardly able to comprehend what she had done. The camera focusing solely on her face capturing her emotions. She is crying with happiness. Confetti is pouring around her. "Thank you all so much! I am so honoured! I cant believe it!" she screams!
Thousands back home took to the streets to party. Scenes of victory and celebration were seen up and down the country as people of all ages took to the streets to light fireworks, and party. People stuck in their cars honked their horns proudly as horns and firework blasts could be heard across the country. Church bells in some villages were rang in a lovely display of joy. It was safe to say this would go on for many days. The win dominated local headlines and the economy was staid to have shrunk slightly for the coming days, as many people didn't bother to show for work. No one cared! This was a time to celebrate. National celebrations took place for the following week. Aris and her team flew home on a private jet as the plane landed MCG flags were attached to the pilot windows and the plane was escorted via fanfare to its gate where they were greeted by hoards of cheering screaming people. Flags were waved in every direction as the team sign autographs and posed for pictures with local and the national and international media.
Nathan (Centre) with his band
As was the case, MCG 1 would again pick the countries act internally. Nathan Aperitvo had been in their sights for a while now, an impressive young man with a credible background and history in music and a man who had already worked with them appearing as spokesperson on behalf of MCG. MCG 1 approached Nathan and his management team not long after Worldivison 84. Nathan was very keen. This would be a huge leap for his career on the international stage. With MCG 1 bidding to host what more could he want then performing on home soil for his country. Nathan happily agreed. As Valletta was declared he felt even more humbled to be selected.
Nathan Aperitvo is a Malta Comino Gozoan singer and songwriter, with a folk/acoustic genre background. He was born in Santa Lucija Malta Comino Gozo in June 1993. He launched his career in music in 2011 and moved to North Alezia in 2014 for seven months to further his music career as well as his studies in sound engineering and then onto Corola, The Achaean Rep for four months. He has moved back to Malta Comino Gozo. Since then, he has been working on several fields in the professional audio industry, as sales in audio shops, P.A., dubbing, acoustic design, music production, music arrangement and specially, recording and mixing, with a wide list of national and international artist and producers, in his jobs studio.
Before his music career and studies in sound engineering he studied 3 years of piano and pop guitar. Nathan has had two number one hits already. Infinite and No pain no gain. Both songs reached the top of the local charts and secured him the title of 'Malta Comino Gozo's best newcomer 2013. The tracks, “No pain no gain,” and, “Moon Baby” landed in film trailers worldwide such as, Stefan Spelbergs: Space Man and also major television shows like, Realness and the Shame World.
Nathan won the Producer of the Year award at the Gozo Traditional Music Awards 2018. He is currently highly sought after in the Malta Comino Gozoan music scene. He works closely with local musicians, producers and arrangers.
Nathan is a keen busker and is often seen on the streets of Malta Comino Gozo performing in front of large crowds of tourists and or fans. He is very quiet, well natured optimistic young man and has not let his fame get to his head. He quietly gets on with his daily life mostly undisturbed by the locals.
"I’ve always loved music, and I’ve always loved sound. Just a few months old, I started drumming the hell out of my mum's kitchen cupboard." Nathan told MCG1."At the age of six, I invited my friends to record imaginary radio programmes on my cassette recorder. Simultaneously, I took my first piano lesson, adding more and more instruments to my portfolio further down the road. As a teen, I took my band's first audio interface home to figure it out, as nobody wanted to read the manual. Turning eighteen, I realized I wanted my productions to sound like those of my heroes.
This was when I decided to go professional in music and audio to help other musicians achieve the best quality possible with their own recordings.'"
Fire is the countries first entry sung in just Maltese. "I had the title Fire for a while," Nathan says. "I really wanted to write a song about what the word 'Fire' means. Fire can be a healer or destructive force. Fire symbolizes many things, including passion, desire, resurrection, eternity, destruction, hope, hell and purification. If you think about it in the general sense you can define it, but what it means to each individual person is drastically different. So I made the song extremely personal, more personal than I’d written in a long time."
Valletta
Along with the rest of the delegations Nathan would stay in one of the high end Hotels in the city, they would stay in the Lukanda Valletta. Nathan dragged himself out of bed at 8:30am. He opened the fancy curtains The light flooded in, bathing him in its warm golds, revealing to him the colours it had brought to the world beyond his window pane. Through his bedroom window comes the brightness of the day shine, that boldness that lifts spirits. The chorus of the birds drifts in as steady ocean waves, only their melody is dancing. In a moment the tune can fly so high and resettle, an auditory version of how they play upon wing. He moves toward it, feeling the light reach his skin and his eyes adjust to its brilliance. He reaches out his hand and leans on the white gloss frame, noticing the subtle pattern on the glass of raindrops that came and dried.
The City of Valletta was built on a steep hillside sloping away gently towards the sea, with shops and restaurants, houses and apartments all piled up on top of each other with a series of interlocking alleyways and a single narrow street zigzagging all the way down to the horseshoe bay below. There were people everywhere. The holiday season was drawing to a close, but the place was still crowded with people determined to enjoy what the summer had to offer right to the end. In his view were all the newest attractions including Malta Comino Gozo's new parliament building built in 2016. The building was new. It looked like it had been finished last week. It looked almost too new in some strange way. It was as if it had rolled off a production line, but they had forgotten to apply the mandatory layer of colour to it. The windows were huge and seemingly inspired by something truly alien. Anyone could see into the parliament. The outside was adorned with flags which gently moved in the morning breeze. Behind it lay the countless steel and glass and limestone blocks of shops offices and hotels separated by the majestic plaza in the centre. This plaza housed the beautiful marble column of the founder of Valletta. The column was relatively new as was this entire district but its rustic appearance made it look older than the surrounding modern architecture. In this light the roof-tops spread in every direction like sandy serpents with rectangular scales. Only the aerials ruined the illusion. From here he could see what a maze this great city was, every house three stories and each joined to the next. The streets curved as if laid down on a whim a few centuries ago before being built in a grid pattern. He smirked, up here he was the king of the world, untouchable. Nathan got dressed in his light blue t shirt and cream chino shorts sunglasses perched on the top of his head. Nathan was very finicky when choosing his clothes, and made his way downstairs lobby to meet the HoD ready to start his day.
He had been starting a routine with a cappuccino at Café Cuba at Valletta Bay. If anyone is looking for a feel good therapy, then it’s here. With the sun blasting down, at half 9 he knew it was going to be a hot day! Nathan's tanned skin was accustomed to this heat, he was a Malta Comino Gozoan after all. He strolled along the busy seafront. He was a confident young man and he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Nathan was used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away. It didn't help that he was so modest with it, it made the girls fall for him all the more. Despite all the opportunity that came his way he was a one woman man who prized genuineness and thoughtful conversation above lipstick and high-heels. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful. Nathan Aperitivo was a strong young man whose muscular definition had slightly worn off due to his lack of training recently as he had focused more on WV, but his blue dress shirt still clung tightly to his skin, showing everyone that he was still in the game with his strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. His long fingers ran through his short and wavy brown hair which shifted back into place once his hand had gone past. The suns light made it shine to a shade of melting milk chocolate and his slightly tanned skin glowed, making his stubble covered chin seem darker.
He had the day to explore the city with his team as well as patriciate in some of the activities lined up in the Worldvision to do guide. Each delegation would patriciate in activities not only in Valletta but across the whole islands. As a native, Nathan had done many of these various activities before, but as an athletic young lad this did not stop him.
His first port of call was the fishing trips in Swatar Bay a 20 min drive from central Valletta. He and his HoD got into their privately hired car that would drive them about for the rest of the day. Swatar Bay was a newly built town along the glistening shores housing many of the countries offices and high rises as well as 5* Hotels and tourist resorts. The central main road was lined with the deep green foliage that stood still in the heat of the day.
Swatar Bay was widely famous for its unspoilt golden sands. The team made their way to the fishing pier and boarded their boat. Behind the sand was an endless concrete jungle of apartments and hotels stretching as far as the eye could see. The beach was nearly almost obscured by holiday goers in their multicoloured shorts and bikinis diving and sunbathing. The harbour is typical of the region, shallow shore with waters utterly clear. The boat made its way into the calm waters of the bay. The boat was a fancy speedboat. The team of 7 were the only people onboard this private boat tour. The waters were so clear you could see to the sea bed below. You could actually see the starfish, the crabs that scuttled and the shoals of bright fish that darted this way and that. A fine layer of coral littered the sea bed. Nathan loved the sea, as most islanders do. Above the white tipped blue the gulls own the skies. Their wings beat salty air as they approach the fishing boat looking for scraps. Nathan dipped his hand into the cool waters and bathed his forehead. The heat becoming more intense. After an hour in the sea the boat made its way to shore. Nathan had had a very relaxing time on the waves but was reassured stepping back onto the pier.
He would continue onto the new Shopping Mall now on the outskirts of Valletta. But before that they would stop by the Valletta Old town to greet fans and talk to international media about the contest. Valletta Old Town was world famous. The sixteenth century limestone architecture of Valletta is enriched with Mannerist and Neoclassical elements. The long but quite steep streets are often crowded with tourists. The buildings and Cathedrals look particularly good after the rain, when everything shines in the sun. The amazingly colourful wooden balconies add unique charm to the streets of Valletta. The cities ancient walls , moat and impressive gates well kept over the years walled the city in against the outside world. It was like stepping back in time. Cars were rarely driven into the city itself. Nathan signed many autographs for his international fan base and afterwards made his way with his team to the Shopping Mall.
The Skyland Shopping mall was huge and impressive. The ceiling was domed higher than most cathedrals and made of the most beautiful glass. The walkways flowed like tributaries to the main rivers of people, not a sharp angle to be seen. It smelt like heaven in a hand basket and the floor shines like the surface of a lake at sunrise. In the background is music to soothe, gentle flowing notes to take the shopper's cares far away. Nathan loved shopping. He loved the perfumed, air conditioned mall. He basked in the attention of the sales staff and pawed over different fabrics and textures. He would try on new boots and shoes get a free make-over and then head to sports shop before heading to the Electronic Centre to browse over the latest phones and headphones. Nathan loved tech.
For dinner well, Nathan started off with the most amazing pizza. It was like fresh salad on top of pizza bread. Think arugula, Italian cured meat, mozzarella do Bufala, and tomatoes. Loads of cheese. After, dessert and that was at Figo Italian Artisan Gelateria in Santa Lucija. Nathan and his team would then head back to Lukanda Valletta for the night. The next few days would involved many interviews, press conferences as well as lots of leisure time for him to go about his daily routine, since he was on home turf.
Parade Of Nations
As the parade music played, Nathans's grew got wider, wider until he thought it would split his face in two. The more the bodies backstage pulsed around him, the more his eyes became electric and his hands became a frenzy of action. He didn't just hear the tunes, he fed on their vibes. Nathan patiently waited his turn to strut out onto the stage. As host nation he had to go out last. Nathan wasn't normally a nervous young man, but this wait seemed forever. He watched and happily nodded at each act as the passed by. "Nathan you're up." A voice suddenly said from behind. He smoothed down his shirt and paraded out. "Malta Comino Gozo!" Was boomed overhead by the voiceover as Nathan proudly walked out on the stage. A brilliant flash of light lit him up as he did, his flag proudly displayed on the LED screen behind him. His collar played about his neck in the warm air of the arena, the fabric was close enough to show the shape of his chest. His chiselled jaw lifted with a proud, pleasant smile. His eyes a sparkling brown. His hair was lazily ruffled, and was haphazardly pushed into a beautiful chaos. He wore the same outfit as the band picture, a off white top and long black cardigan which stretched down to his thighs and tight black jeans and black boots. A silver dog tag sat proudly around his neck. Nathan walked out, his band followed behind him waving. He stood still in the centre of the stage and soaked up the cheers. It was extremely loud. A strong proportion of the crowd obviously locals, that let our a huge happy roar it was very touching and Nathan softly bowed. His eyes watering. Spotlights zoomed around the audience and phone lights flashed and flags waved aggressively. This was phenomenal.
Performance
The postcard plays and Nathan walks onto stage with his band, The energy of the home crowd filled Nathan with more energy than the fading sun above. The spotlights come on all at once, brilliant, near blinding. As the white light falls on his skin it's as though a thousand volts just got tapped right to his spine. For the next few minutes he is a fireball, his fans screaming for more heat, more of the kick ass energy they know will flow through his voice. Nathan is positioned in the centre of the stage nearest the LED screen, his band scattered behind in. Two backing singers both on his left, and a guitarist and drummer to his right. The drummer is elevated slightly by a podium. They are all dressed like the photo above in black jackets and white tshirts with black jeans and black shoes. The postcard ends and the arena turns black as the following text appears on screen in white letters, being blown in like ash caught in the wind.
"Fire gives us two paths
Burn out with the flames
Or build up from the ashes"
The letters blow away of screen and then the first note sounds. The camera is black and white and gritty with specs of white darting around like dust. The arena and LED are black apart from mobile phone torches. The camera is centered on the stage, 5 shadowy figures can be seen. The camera approaches Nathan as the opening bars play before reaching him in time for him to begin . As the beat kicks in a steady flame engulfs the impressive black LED screen https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkaGgpwqG6s and the camera dramatically switches to Nathan's left side close up. The smoke on stage behind Nathan isn't completely opaque, but its long grey wisps seemed to curl with others that were much darker, some near black. These stretching entities would show themselves in short, dramatic eclipses, which hid again the screen in full smoulder. The camera filter slowly disappears. He sings down the lens of the left camera, his face was stern, even a little melancholy, in repose mixed with anguish and gloom. The fire can be seen dancing around on the screen behind him the way he is angled facing the left, a glimmer of the bright LED screen can be seen flickering in his watery eyes. The glowing embers on the LED leaped and twirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends, setting alight the tinder dry forest.
Nara l-fjammi tan-nar irrabjatI watch the flames of the enraged fireIl-mostru tal-aħmar, oranġjo, u isfarThe monster of red, orange and yellow
The camera cuts to the backing singers who are hidden by shadow only their silhouettes showing. Their backs lit by the fire on screen. They sing a "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh" which echoes through the arena.
The camera flicks back this time to Nathan's right hand side and again he sings down the camera. His brain tingled like a hand that's been sat on for too long. A smirk was playing at the corner of his lips.
Fgar għalija għal żmien twil wisqChoking me for too longIssa qed nerġa 'nqum fuq saqajjaNow I'm back up on my feet
The fire on the screen starts to grow and spread, becoming fiercer. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsmWNaQWsuUThe camera cuts to the backing singers who sing the "Ohs" again. Nathan swings to his left on the spot, he's looking down the camera lens with a piercing glaze almost evil like, the smirk still on his face. He moves his hands up the stand as he sings. The fire suddenly dissipates to black, the spotlights dramatically flash to the beat in the background around the arena lightning the audience like lightning flashes.
Dan l-uġigħThis painĠewwaInside of meQiegħed jistennaIs laying in wait
The camera pulls out showing the entire stage. Flames on the LED screen shoot up in a huge plume as Nathan begins to sing the chorus, bathing the whole stage and the the audience in the inner fan zone in a impressively bright red and yellow light adding to the intensity of the backing beats. Red yellow and orange spotlights charge around the audience. The backing singers can be heard supporting him. The camera cuts are fast and cuts to various angles aggressively, frontal, far, and from the audience. As he sings "I was born in Fire" Nathan stretches his right hand out towards the on stage camera as its pans 180 degrees around him. And then again the opposite way for the next line.
Inemnem, iljun jgħajjat, ħruqSmouldering, roaring, burning downĦerqana li nħarqu r-rabtiet kollha tagħnaEager to burn down all our tiesJien twelidt fin-Nar!I was born in FireĠejt iffalsifikat bin-Nar!I was forged with Fire
The LED floor under Nathan starts glowing like fire spreading from underneath his mic stand as he starts to sing. He sings down the camera lens shaking his head slightly side to side as he sings "Mess with me.." The camera cuts to a onstage view as he sings the last two lines, the camera is shaky. The fire on the LED screen swirls and sparks and thrives before centralising in the middle of the screen before suddenly petering out at the end of the chorus like it had run out of fuel. The spotlights whirling around stop before the lights fade to a dirty orange before the on stage camera fades to black as Nathan clutches the mic and looks over his shoulder and shut his eyes as it cuts to the second verse, as fire jets shoot quickly out of the edges of the stage to the instrumental fade, before the next verse, illuminating him amazingly.
Tahwida miegħi, l-infern se jogħlaMess with me, hell will riseMa nistax nisma ’x-xrar permezz tal-għajjatCan't hear the sparks through the criesJien twelidt fin-Nar!I was born in Fire!Ġejt iffalsifikat bin-Nar!I was forged with Fire!
Nathan is animated again and takes the mic out of the mic stand and starts to make his way forward slowly with confidence towards to the frontal part of the prism stage. The LED background remains dark but twists and lightens to a dark blue every so often. This time around the lights around the arena turn to a dark blue with brilliant flashes of white illuminating the arena magnifenctly. The backing singers can be heard again singing the "Oh" parts. The camera is a body shot which pans backwards as he strides out step by step one foot at a time until by the end of the verse he's now in the central part of the frontal stage. Flag adorn the fan zone within the stage. He taps his head as he sings "No pity in its mind" residual smoke hangs in the air around him. The LED floor then turns to a burnt out forest floor as the cameras switches to a view from above. (See 1:33 to 1:41 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXRxUpJo7rE&t=93s A ghastly orange grin, tearing through the verdant woodland. Unfettered flames, devouring hungrily, licking and lapping at the trees, twisting and swaying in a dance. Nathan wanted to highlight the issues of climate change in a subtle way within his song as he was a keen "Green" guy and did his bit to make sure he recycled, and promoted green living with Malta Comino Gozo. His country was powered a quarter by renewable power sources and was turning away from oil. As he sings "Ash floating to the ground like flakes" powdered ash starts falling to the ground around him and he stretches out a hand and catches some in his palm. He stares intently at it, the ash then stops falling. A few have landed in his hair and on his shoulders. He looks like he has walked out of a burning building. We then catch a glimpse of the drummer an guitarist the camera cutting to them both respectively for a few seconds each. They have a fierce look on concentration on their faces.
Dan in-nar m'għandux kultura,This fire has no culture,L-ebda ħasra f’moħħhaNo pity in its mindIvaYeahIrmied li jżomm f'wiċċ l-art bħal qxurAsh floating to the ground like flakesLi jinħaraq kollox fi triqtuScorching everything in its wake
The LED floor fades to black. Each line he sings of the pre chorus cuts to a different camera angle, one from he back of the arena one on Nathan's left, one on his right before a frontal facial shot for the last line. As he sings the last lines of the the spotlights dramatically flash to the beat in the background around the arena lighting the audience like lightning flashes. Nathan has a look of aggression on his face.
Dan l-uġigħThis painĠewwaInside of meQiegħed jistennaIs laying in wait
A fire transition camera cut, over the live broadcast is shown to the viewers at home and then fire jets shoot up from the edges of the stage suddenly bathing the audience in a bright glow, audible cheers are heard as the fire catches them off guard. The fire flashed into existence again on the screens in a wash of red and yellow sparks. Like the beauty of running water so unearthly. Yet it has a dangerous beauty. They fire leaping up, picking up speed like a river does tributaries. The fire held its head up regally and proudly as its destruction spread while glowering at the surroundings as if daring them to challenge its awesome power. The backing singers can be heard supporting him. The camera slowly moves out backwards and slightly upwards like a plane taking off away from him, showing more and more of the extraordinary stage as it does. More and more of the audience comes into view. They are bathed in a fiery light. Flags can be seen waving as well as mobile lights. As he sings "Jien twelidt fin-Nar""I was born in Fire" Nathan bends down slowly with the mic in his left hand and right hand out, palm down stretched out in front of him low to the ground he moves it in a 180 angle right to left in front of him, as he does a streak of fire plays out in the same motion on the LED floor, he does the same again the opposite way for the last line. The fire pyro's get stronger every time he sings "Nar"-"Fire".
Inemnem, iljun jgħajjat, ħruqSmouldering, roaring, burning downĦerqana li taħraq il-gideb kollu tiegħekEager to burn down all your liesJien twelidt fin-NarI was born in FireĠejt iffalsifikat bin-NarI was forged with Fire
If you look closer, you could see the perfected mask of pretence crumbling down and raw emotions taking over him. The emotion of the song was getting to him now. Nathan is now crouching to the ground towards the right side fan zone as the camera cuts to him. He points a finger out towards the camera before jumping back to his feet and walking to the left as fire shoots around the edges of the stage again the camera pulling out before cutting to a facial shot for the last line.
Tahwida miegħi, l-infern se jogħlaMess with me, hell will riseMa nistax nisma ’x-xrar permezz tal-għajjatCan't hear the sparks through the criesJien twelidt fin-Nar!I was born in Fire!Ġejt iffalsifikat bin-Nar!I was forged with Fire!
We then have a close up shot slightly off centre of the two backing singers who sing the interlude. The camera stays on them before cutting to Nathan who is walking to the centre of the stage as he raises a arm triumphantly upwards as he sings "Iswed oħxon, sħab, jogħlew"- "Thick black, clouds, rise" over the backing singers it then cuts back to the two backing singers who finish of the interlude. The lights suddenly plunge into darkness as we get a quick shot of the drummer lit up by dim flashing lights. The camera then cuts to a high camera view of the stage as lights spotted around the stage flash a brilliant white. The light flashes don't light the centre of the stage where Nathan is and he remains hidden.
Iswed oħxon, sħab, jogħlewThick black, clouds, riseIswed oħxonThick blackIswed oħxon, sħab, jogħlewThick black, clouds, riseIswed oħxonThick black
The camera fades onto a shot of Nathans face, he's now kneeling on one knee and slouched over. The lights get brighter with the beat of the drums lighting him as the flash. He's looking down at the floor and as he sings he turns to the camera slowly a menacing but cheeky grin on his face. He then bashes his fist against the stage floor as he sings "Fjammi!"-"Flames!"
Jien infern ikkunsmat fi, fil-fjammiI'm an inferno consumed in, in flamesIkkunsmat fiConsumed in
Fjammi!Flames!
Suddenly the camera cuts to a view pulling away outwards showing the whole stage as a ring of fire exploded into the blackness as flames erupts around Nathan encasing him in a cage of fire (at a safe distance) as he springs back up to his feet. The flames pyro now circling him in a tall fiery cell. They shoot spectacularly into the air, enough to light the whole stage and surrounding audience in a brilliant warm light. A huge LED fire plays out on the LED background showing everyone on the stage, the backing singers have left their posts and are now walking slowly towards Nathan. Orange spotlights race around the arena. He runs to the left of the flames, the camera cutting to a stage left, his hand shielding his face his palm facing towards the menacing flames, realising he cant get through he runs to the right, a look of fear on his face. He looked frightened and there was the glisten of a cold sweat, his eyed widened. The camera cuts to a stage right, his hand again covering his face, he is trapped. The onstage camera now is a shot of the centre. The camera looks deceivingly close, it isn't otherwise it would melt but to the viewers it looks like its going to be enveloped in flame. Has he been consumed in flames!?
Inemnem, iljun jgħajjat, ħruqSmouldering, roaring, burning downĦerqana li taħraq il-gideb kollu tiegħekEager to burn down all your liesJien twelidt fin-NarI was born in FireĠejt iffalsifikat bin-NarI was forged with Fire
The fire ring now slowly starts to flicker down through the chorus as Nathan belts out the last few lines. The fire ring has disappeared before the post chorus begins. It's replaced by plumes of fire which shoot up to the beat on the edges of the stage instead. As if a miracle has occurred Nathan realises his fiery jail is gone. A look of fearlessness is expressed across his face as he has made it out of the fire alive unscathed. He has conquered the flames.
Tahwida miegħi, l-infern se jogħlaMess with me, hell will riseMa nistax nisma ’x-xrar permezz tal-għajjatCan't hear the sparks through the criesJien twelidt fin-Nar!I was born in Fire!Ġejt iffalsifikat bin-Nar!I was forged with Fire!
Thick plumes of white smoke and fire shoot out powerfully around the stage as the view cuts to a aerial view of the whole stage. The whole LED floor is alive with flame effects. Flames continue to lay out on the background too like a famished beast.
Iswed oħxon, sħab, jogħlewThick black, clouds, riseIswed oħxonThick blackSħana bl-uġigħ taħraq il-gideb tiegħekPainful heat burns your liesIl-gideb tiegħekYour lies
The camera zooms slowly onto Nathans face. The backing singers have made it to him and one either side place a outstretched hand on each of his shoulders as the lights fade, and they are left in shadow. Nathan is singing at the frontal camera before turning away for the last line as the camera fades .
Tahwida miegħi, l-infern se jogħlaMess with me, hell will riseMa nistax nisma ’x-xrar permezz tal-għajjatCan't hear the sparks through the criesJien twelidt fin-Nar!I was born in Fire!Ġejt iffalsifikat bin-Nar!I was forged with Fire!
The home crowd goes wild. A massive cheers envelops the arena. Malta Comino Gozo flags, along with other flags are waved in every direction. The huge crowds applause and cheers is enough to move Nathan. He is unable to speak for a few seconds as he and his ban soak up the crowd. He then speaks "Grazzi Malta Comino Gozo! Grazzi ħafna! He speaks softly into his mic before choking up slightly, his band hugging him. They leave the stage ready for the next entry