The Flames of Olympus

In the belly of a storm, a hero stands so tall,

With the stars as his guide, he heeds the siren’s call.

Waves crash like thunder, fate’s arrows pierce the night,

On this odyssey of fire, where shadows dance with light.

His heart a forge, ignited by rage,

With every strike of lightning, he writes a brand new page.

The gods in their temples, they whisper and they scheme,

While Hades calls from darkness, taunting every dream.

Chorus:

War, oh flames of Olympus rise,

Through the ashes of defeat, his spirit never dies.

Underneath the burning skies, the echoes of the fight,

In the blood of his enemies, he finds his sacred light.

Through fields of crimson blossoms, where lovers lost their way,

In the chorus of the fallen, their voices fade away.

Yet with each step he journeys, across the fallen stones,

A vengeful tide before him, the fire’s roar is bones.

Resilience in his sinews, a heart forged in despair,

With a sword of molten courage, he cuts through the air.

For in the face of fury, a hero must ignite,

His song a storm of courage, a beacon in the night.

Chorus:

War, oh flames of Olympus rise,

Through the ashes of defeat, his spirit never dies.

Underneath the burning skies, the echoes of the fight,

In the blood of his enemies, he finds his sacred light.

Bridge:

And as the dawn breaks softly, amidst the charred remains,

He learns the price of victory, the love, the loss, the pain