The sky bleeds red, the storm begins, A battle calls, the war within. The horizon burns, the echoes cry, The shadows rise, the angels die. Through fire and ash, I march alone, To claim the crown, to take the throne. The drums of war, they shake the ground, A call to arms, a thunderous sound. Under crimson skies, we fight, we fall, Through the darkest night, we’ll risk it all. With our blades held high, we’ll pierce the flame, In the end, we’ll rise, we’ll stake our claim. The blood runs deep, the sky still burns, A lesson learned, no one returns. The winds of war, they cut like steel, But in my heart, I’ll never kneel. Through endless pain, my path is clear, I’ll face the storm, I’ll crush my fear. The drums of war, they shake the ground, A call to arms, a thunderous sound. Under crimson skies, we fight, we fall, Through the darkest night, we’ll risk it all. With our blades held high, we’ll pierce the flame, In the end, we’ll rise, we’ll stake our claim. The clash of swords, the screams of fate, No turning back, it’s far too late. The crimson sky, it paints our scars, Our battle cries, they reach the stars. Under crimson skies, we fight, we fall, Through the darkest night, we’ll risk it all. With our blades held high, we’ll pierce the flame, In the end, we’ll rise, we’ll stake our claim. As the red fades out, the world turns gray, But the fire within will never decay.