///*****/// [Intro] Beyond the sleeping world lies an abandoned foundry converted into a secret venue, Where silence wears the color of a bruise. One spark survives beneath the weight of years, One human voice refuses to be used. [Verse 1] I carried doubt like water in a helmet, I carried blame like gravel in my boots. The climb exposed the weakness of my anger, Then showed me where a deeper courage roots. Not every battle asks a blade for payment, Not every victory needs a royal name. Sometimes the bravest act is standing open, And guarding one uncelebrated flame. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the low strings start their thunder, See the watchfires answer red. We are more than fear and hunger, We are all the words unsaid. [Chorus] We are keepers of the final flame! Let the hammering heavens hear our cry. We are keepers of the final flame! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the night that calls us liars, We will carry living iron, we will carry living fires. We are keepers of the final flame! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky. [Verse 2] They promised peace, but sent us authorities determined to silence the last independent bands. They dressed the oldest hunger up as law. I watched the faithful trade away their names, Then in the ruin I uncovered a flame burning inside a dented steel helmet; No jeweled relic, only proof made bright. It held the warmth of everyone who fell, And showed my empty hands what they must fight. [Chorus] We are keepers of the final flame! We were born to stand, not wait to die. Through the smoke and through the wound, carry the living fire. We are keepers of the final flame! Raise the truth across the sky. [Bridge] If I return alone, remember this: the song will survive every locked door. No monument can breathe for those it buries, No sacred word can make a falsehood clean. The future is not granted by the mighty; It starts wherever ordinary hearts convene. [Guitar Solo - a fast celebratory twin-guitar duel with tapping flashes, harmonized runs and a crowd-stop before the final hit] [Rhythm guitars hold the central motif while bass and drums widen the battlefield.] [Verse 3] This is the tale of metal devotees protecting a forbidden underground concert. The weak became a wall around each other, The lost became a road across the rain. We learned that hope is neither soft nor silent, It bites the hand that feeds the world despair. It lifts the fallen standard from the gutter, And makes a kingdom out of those who care. [Final Chorus] We are keepers of the final flame! Let the last horizon answer to our cry. We are keepers of the final flame! We have learned the dark can bleed and empires die. Through the smoke, through the wound, through the years that tried to break us, We are neither owned nor ended; every scar will remake us. We are keepers of the final flame! Raise the truth until it cuts across the sky.
