Flames Of Old

**Verse 1:** (Softly, with a haunting melody) In the shadows of the battlefield, where legends start to wane, A god’s rage ignites the night, in a war where only pain remains. A mirror of his past, in his son’s tormented eyes, Echoes of the father’s wrath, where the old god’s legacy lies. **Pre-Chorus:** (With a somber tone) Each clash of their blades, a reflection of his own despair, Seraphim’s own demons, in the fire and the air. A son who bears the weight, of a legacy so grim, Caught in a cycle of vengeance, where only darkness swims. **Chorus:** (Fiercely, with intense emotion) The flames of old burn fiercely, scorching all around, In the heart of this conflict, where tears and ashes drown. Seraphim’s own reflection, in the pain he’s forced to show, A father’s cruel inheritance, in the fire’s darkened glow. **Verse 2:** (With building intensity) The land is scorched and shattered, as the god’s fury reigns, In the clash of father and son, where only sorrow remains. Half a sight is taken, as a token of divine might, A cruel reminder of a path, lost in eternal night. **Pre-Chorus:** (With a reflective tone) His own father’s shadow, in every strike he makes, A cruel dance of fate, where only heartache wakes. In the ashes of his choices, where the broken dreams reside, Seraphim’s own agony, in the pain he can’t hide. **Chorus:** (Strong and passionate) The flames of old burn fiercely, as the lands are scorched and torn, Seraphim’s heart is burdened, by the legacy he’s worn. His son’s pain is his mirror, in the fire’s burning gleam, A reminder of the god he’s become, haunted by a shattered dream. **Bridge 1:** (Softly, with a melancholic tone) In the end, the fire dies down, but the scars are etched so deep, The battle’s toll is heavy, in the silence where gods weep. Seraphim’s own heart is fractured, in the legacy he’s claimed, A god who lost his way, yet the echoes of his name remain. **Bridge 2:** (With growing intensity) In the quiet of the aftermath, where the embers start to fade, Seraphim’s own heart breaks, in the role that he was made. A son now scarred and shattered, a legacy of flame, In the ruins of his choices, where the shadows bear his name. **Final Chorus:** (Fiercely, with a blend of sorrow and resolve) The flames of old have faded, but the scars will never cease, Seraphim’s heart remains broken, yet he seeks a semblance of peace. The battle's fire has dimmed, but the pain forever stays, In the echoes of the flame, where the god’s own soul still braves. **Outro:** (Softly, fading away) In the echoes of the flame, where legends lost their way, Seraphim stands alone, in the shadow of yesterday. The fire’s light may flicker, but the past remains unyielding, In the heart of the divine, where the old wounds keep on healing. **Outro (Extended):** (With a lingering, somber tone) The gods may weave their stories, in the stars.