Beneath the gold that never fades,
Voices rise before the day.
Every breath recalls the past,
A sacred truth that always lasts.

The air itself remembers light,
What was seen beyond all sight.
In silent hymns the dawn is sworn,
Where endless suns are always born.

If the flame lives in our soul,
It will never lose control.
No shadow strong enough to break
The fire no darkness ever takes.

The flame that never fades,
Burning through all time and space.
Even where no night remains,
Still it calls us by our name.

The flame that never dies,
Written in eternal skies.
Bound by light we rise again,
Guardians of the sacred flame.

Heliovar calls out in gold,
Through sacred songs forever told.
Every stone aligned with grace,
A living sign no time can erase.

But even light can turn to chains,
When nothing shifts and none remains.
A perfect world that cannot bend
May slowly break before the end.

The flame that never fades,
Still we walk its endless blaze.
Through devotion, through the pain,
We are one within its name.

The flame that never dies,
Burning deep within our lives.
If the light becomes a throne…
We will claim it as our own.

We are the flame…
We are the light…
Eternal…