They talk loud, I burn silent

Steady hands in the riot

Pressure’s rising in the Hollow’s breath

And I’m the spark that dances with death

Ash on the wind

No need to speak

I walk through the wreckage

While they beg for peace

Keep your crowns, keep your fame

Sons don’t play your polished game

I bring the burn—controlled, precise

Stack the heat, apply it twice

I don’t run—

I rise from flame

Calm in the storm, but I burn just the same

You see a spark?

I see a war

Flamethrowers hum

And legends fall once more

Jet ignition, twin arc glow

Engine purrs like a threat held low

DoT ticking, armor cracks

Feel the Afterburn—there’s no way back

Footsteps measured, heat applied

No chaos here, just focused fire

I don’t scream, I don’t stall

I just watch the strong ones fall

They light fires—they can’t maintain

I flare once and scorch the chain

Not a flare-up, not a spark

This is Burn Status from the dark

I don’t run—

I rise from flame

Wired for war, I don’t need acclaim

They call it heat—

I call it grace

I walk through flames

Don’t leave a trace

Burn it down… down… down…

Burn it down… down… down…

Burn it down…

Burn it down…

I don’t run—

I rise from flame

Sons of Calydon in my name

Forget the fear,

Forget the sound

Just know I’m fire

When I come around

You’ll forget what started the fire…

But you’ll remember who walked through it.