Throne Of Embers

(Whispers)

Ash… Unkindled Ash…

Rise once more…

In the hush of a dying sun,

Where the age of fire comes undone,

I walk through ruins crowned in flame,

No gods remain — yet I remain.

Steel on my shoulder, fate in my hand,

Echoes of Lords across the land,

Ash in my lungs, smoke in my soul,

A fractured world that I must make whole.

For every friend behind these walls,

For every time the daylight falls,

I bear the curse, I take the scar —

To guard their hope from dark afar.

If linking fire means losing me,

Then let this blaze my legacy —

From fading spark to pyre untamed,

Let my heart and flame be named.

I am the Ash, reborn in fire!

Heir to a throne of fallen pyres!

Through storm and shadow I ascend,

To burn so light will never end!

If I must turn to cinder’s scar,

To hold the dark and chaos far —

Then let my soul ignite the sky,

So they may live… though I may die!

Yeah —

Kingdoms collapse but I still advance,

Blade in the firelight, death in my stance,

Abyss in my vision, demons arise,

But fear is a chain that a hero defies.

I’ve seen the age when the embers fade,

Watched as the light and the hope decayed,

So I sharpen my will like a merciless spark,

A beacon of flame in a world gone dark.

Chaos whispers, “Let it end.”

But I fight for more than just revenge —

I fight for laughter, for warmth, for breath,

For life beyond this ash and death.

I am the Ash! The chosen flame!

Soul of the Cinder — remember my name!

Crash like thunder, blaze like war,

I’ll be what this broken world fights for!

Through blood and fire, I stand alone,

To claim the fading, ashen throne —

Let darkness come, let shadows bend,

The fire in me will never end!

If this is where my story burns,

If this is what the world returns,

Then carve my vow in molten light —

No friend of mine will fear the night.

I feel the flame consume my skin,

Yet something brighter wakes within…

Not just a spark — not just a spark —

But dawn reborn from endless dark.

I am the Ash — I choose the flame!

Bound to the fire, freed from the chain!

From shattered crowns and dying skies,

The Soul of Cinder will rise!

Stronger the blaze, brighter the scar,

I’ll hold the chaos where you are —

When ages fade and hope is thin,

Remember the fire that burned within.

From dust… from death… from all I’ve been —

I rise as flame.

And light begins.