[Verse 1] Whispers in the woods, a name long burned, Ash on the wind, the page has turned. Midra the sage, once wise, once whole, Now cradles madness in a shattered soul. He sought the fire, but feared the end, To flame he bowed, but would not bend. Love held him back, too soft, too kind— So the sword was plunged to still his mind. [Chorus] Endure, she said, in a voice like glass, While the barbed blade froze his final gasp. Flame in his heart, pain in his eyes, He weeps beneath ever-burning skies. Endure, the word that cursed and chained— Now he rises, Lord of the Frenzied Flame. [Verse 2] Nanaya's song still echoes near, A lullaby turned spear of fear. Midra begged for peace, for death, release— But fate denied his soul that peace. Bound in chains of love and hate, He watched the world disintegrate. A whisper once so warm, so pure, Became the brand he must endure. [Chorus] Endure, she said, like a prayer gone wrong, In a house of rot, where the cursed belong. Madness blooming where sorrow clings, And kings are born with broken wings. Endure, the echo, fierce and cold— Now his flame burns uncontrolled. [Bridge] The blade withdrawn from skull to sky, A scream of fire, a will to die. But death was not the final rite— He rose, ablaze, in endless night. [Final Chorus] Endure, no more, the chains now fall, He strides through ash, he burns them all. Love is ash, and hope is pain— So he carves his path in flame again. Lord of ruin, lost to name— Midra reigns, the Frenzied Flame.
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