[Intro – Immediate impact] Steel clash — Screams cut — Red sky — RUN. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Fast, chaotic] Blades in the dark and the torches blown, Castle gates cracked to the bone, War drums shaking the stone, Enemy banners already sewn. Valen screaming, lightning wide, Darius holding the stairway line, Nyx in the smoke — strike precise, Mira’s arrows painting the sky. “Hold formation!” Kael roared, But shadows moved where light ignored, Something ancient through the horde — Not just soldiers. Something more. Then I saw her — Seris in flame, Twin blades cutting through the rain, Laughing wild in the crimson haze — Didn’t see death call her name. ⸻ [Chorus 1] We were the crimson knights fighting, Fire and steel colliding, Ten flames bright in the night wind, Unbroken and unafraid. But the red sun rose behind us, And something moved inside us, We felt the sky divide us — Still we would not break. ⸻ [Verse 2 – The turning point] Ground split open under her feet, Blackened fire coiled and breathed, Seris turned — eyes met me, For one second… disbelief. Corrupted flame wrapped her tight, Burned too bright in blood-red light, She screamed once — cut the night — Then vanished in the white. I charged blind through smoke and ash, Greatblade swung in reckless wrath, Heard Lucien yell, “It’s the prophecy!” But I drowned him in the clash. First flame gone. Formation cracked. Nine still standing — no going back. But something in my chest attacked… Like a spark I couldn’t match. ⸻ [Chorus 2 – Heavier] We were the crimson knights falling, Heaven went silent, no one calling, Nine blades left in the firestorm, But the line was breaking fast. When the red sun fully bled, I felt her scream inside my head, The first flame dead — And the war had just begun. ⸻ [Bridge – Breakdown] Seris — silver in the blaze. Seris — laughter in the fray. Seris — gone in a single wave. Nine flames now — and one betrayed. Lucien’s voice cut through the cries, “This is fate — you can’t defy.” I saw fear behind his eyes… Not grief. Fear. ⸻ [Chorus 3 – Darker, angrier] Now we’re the crimson nine standing, Steel in the dark still commanding, But the sky above expanding — Red like a wound unsealed. Ten under one sun shattered, One flame lost in the slaughter, If this is how it started — Then none of us leave healed. ⸻ [Outro – Transition] Ash falling like winter snow… Nine shadows in the glow… And the war drums Are only getting louder.

First Flame Fallen