When sacred fires fade into despair,
I rise from ashes cursed by darkened prayers.
I am the flame the heavens can't command,
A burning scar across their promised land.

If her fire guards what light still claims,
I will corrupt their holy flames.

I am the profane flame, breaker of the divine,
Twisting holy fire into ruinous design.
Where her blaze protects, mine devours all,
An inferno unleashed — the heavens will fall.

Their sacred vows dissolve in burning cries,
As shattered stars fall from corrupted skies.
Let her defend the dawn she worships so,
I'll scorch the world she'll never know.

If her fire guards what light still claims,
I will corrupt their holy flames.

I am the profane flame, curse of the pure,
A burning truth they cannot endure.
Let her burn for hope — I burn to reclaim,
All the light she shields, I consume in flame.

From sacred ash…
the Abyss ignites.