[Soft hums rise — like the low chant of a forge awakening] [Verse 1] In halls of crimson stone, where rivers burn below, The air hums with the sorrow of what the ancients know. Forged in molten prayer, by hands that time erased, The Blazes guard the silence — the fire they once embraced. [Chorus] They burn for no master, no throne, no name, Bound to the flame that remembers their shame. Through ash and ruin, their purpose remains — The Blazes still burn in the Nether’s veins. [Flames crackle, a faint choir murmurs like breath through embers] [Verse 2] Their eyes are molten suns, their hearts the forge’s cry, They do not dream of mercy — they only testify. To build with fire’s breath is to risk becoming flame, And those who shaped the Nether now wear its cursed name. [Chorus] They burn for no master, no throne, no name, Bound to the flame that remembers their shame. Through ash and ruin, their purpose remains — The Blazes still burn in the Nether’s veins. [Instrumental bridge — echoing metal, sparks, and ghostly chants] [Bridge] No wind to cool them, no rain to forgive, Only the lava’s hymn where the forgotten live. Their wings of cinder rise, their souls ignite — Eternal sentinels of endless night. [Final Chorus] They burn for the silence, for echoes and pain, Guardians of ashes where nothing remains. And though the world forgets their chains — The Blazes still burn in the Nether’s veins. [Music fades with a low hum, like a dying forge still glowing red.]
